Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 4 | 871 | How ashamed I was! I View more quotes about asked">asked myself what could it mean? Could the feelings which had overwhelmed me be denied? Could the sensate truth, the splendor of biological submission, so different from the truth of a man, which is that of domination, in whose glory I had been wrapped, be denied? I resolved that I must not permit myself the weakness which would make a mockery of my personhood. |
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Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 4 | 868 | In his arms, I, who was, or had been, Judy Thornton, had yielded to one of the men. |
| 4 | 869 | An abused slave girl had wept and bucked in the arms of a master. |
| 4 | 870 | It had been I. |
| 4 | 871 | How ashamed I was! I asked myself what could it mean? Could the feelings which had overwhelmed me be denied? Could the sensate truth, the splendor of biological submission, so different from the truth of a man, which is that of domination, in whose glory I had been wrapped, be denied? I resolved that I must not permit myself the weakness which would make a mockery of my personhood. |
| 4 | 872 | I must not again yield to a male. |
| 4 | 873 | I thought of Elicia Nevins. |
| 4 | 874 | How she would have laughed had she seen Judy Thornton, her lovely rival, on her back in the dirt, a branded slave girl, squirming in the throes of submission to a male, so shamefully helpless in his arms, uncontrollably, not the mistress of herself, yielding to his manhood. |
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In his arms, I, who was, or had been, Judy Thornton, had yielded to one of the men.
An abused slave girl had wept and bucked in the arms of a master.
It had been I.
How ashamed I was! I asked myself what could it mean? Could the feelings which had overwhelmed me be denied? Could the sensate truth, the splendor of biological submission, so different from the truth of a man, which is that of domination, in whose glory I had been wrapped, be denied? I resolved that I must not permit myself the weakness which would make a mockery of my personhood.
I must not again yield to a male.
I thought of Elicia Nevins.
How she would have laughed had she seen Judy Thornton, her lovely rival, on her back in the dirt, a branded slave girl, squirming in the throes of submission to a male, so shamefully helpless in his arms, uncontrollably, not the mistress of herself, yielding to his manhood.
- (Slave Girl of Gor)