Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 3 | 805 | It was very meticulous, and View more quotes about clean">clean, and deep, and lovely and delicate; it was incredibly feminine; it was as though my femininity had been literally stamped upon my body; it was as though I had been certified a certain sort of thing, which thereafter, no matter what I wished, or what I might be told, I could never deny; never had I felt so soft, so feminine; I wore, burned in my flesh, one of the most beautiful of brands; I wore, incised in my thigh, resembling a small, beautiful rose, the dina, the slave flower. |
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Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 3 | 802 | His hand on my thigh frightened me. |
| 3 | 803 | It was so strong. |
| 3 | 804 | I looked at the brand. |
| 3 | 805 | It was very meticulous, and clean, and deep, and lovely and delicate; it was incredibly feminine; it was as though my femininity had been literally stamped upon my body; it was as though I had been certified a certain sort of thing, which thereafter, no matter what I wished, or what I might be told, I could never deny; never had I felt so soft, so feminine; I wore, burned in my flesh, one of the most beautiful of brands; I wore, incised in my thigh, resembling a small, beautiful rose, the dina, the slave flower. |
| 3 | 806 | I looked into the eyes of my captor. |
| 3 | 807 | Never had I felt so weak, so vulnerable, so soft, so helpless, so feminine. |
| 3 | 808 | There were tears in my eyes. |
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His hand on my thigh frightened me.
It was so strong.
I looked at the brand.
It was very meticulous, and clean, and deep, and lovely and delicate; it was incredibly feminine; it was as though my femininity had been literally stamped upon my body; it was as though I had been certified a certain sort of thing, which thereafter, no matter what I wished, or what I might be told, I could never deny; never had I felt so soft, so feminine; I wore, burned in my flesh, one of the most beautiful of brands; I wore, incised in my thigh, resembling a small, beautiful rose, the dina, the slave flower.
I looked into the eyes of my captor.
Never had I felt so weak, so vulnerable, so soft, so helpless, so feminine.
There were tears in my eyes.
- (Slave Girl of Gor)