Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 5 | 625 | I View more quotes about turned">turned to my side, in the dirt. |
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Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 5 | 622 | The other slave girls in the tent, save she who had been beaten, who lay miserably in a corner of the tent, looked angrily at me. |
| 5 | 623 | One rubbed the bruise on her shoulder. |
| 5 | 624 | "Kajira," she hissed. |
| 5 | 625 | I turned to my side, in the dirt. |
| 5 | 626 | I wept. |
| 5 | 627 | I lay, a captured slave girl, in the tent of enemies. |
| 5 | 628 | What would be done with me? Surely they would not blame me! Surely they would understand that I was only a slave girl! Surely they must understand that I had had to obey my master! Would they so much as give me the opportunity to please them—and as what I was, a slave? Would they find me attractive? Might my beauty, and my zeal to serve them, suffice to divert their wrath? Might they not, in the light of the pleasures which I would be eager to supply them, consider sparing me? If I were sufficiently pleasing, as I would strive to be, might I not be permitted to live? Surely I would beg on my belly to be permitted to please them, to be permitted to provide them with inordinate pleasures, to be permitted to please them as only a slave girl can please a man! They must let me live! Please, I thought, let me live! I moaned with misery. |
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The other slave girls in the tent, save she who had been beaten, who lay miserably in a corner of the tent, looked angrily at me.
One rubbed the bruise on her shoulder.
"Kajira," she hissed.
I turned to my side, in the dirt.
I wept.
I lay, a captured slave girl, in the tent of enemies.
What would be done with me? Surely they would not blame me! Surely they would understand that I was only a slave girl! Surely they must understand that I had had to obey my master! Would they so much as give me the opportunity to please them—and as what I was, a slave? Would they find me attractive? Might my beauty, and my zeal to serve them, suffice to divert their wrath? Might they not, in the light of the pleasures which I would be eager to supply them, consider sparing me? If I were sufficiently pleasing, as I would strive to be, might I not be permitted to live? Surely I would beg on my belly to be permitted to please them, to be permitted to provide them with inordinate pleasures, to be permitted to please them as only a slave girl can please a man! They must let me live! Please, I thought, let me live! I moaned with misery.
- (Slave Girl of Gor)