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Book 14. (1 results) Fighting Slave of Gor (Individual Quote)

She did not, after all, wish to writhe beneath their whips, the lashed object of the fury and contempt of free women, jealous perhaps of the helplessness of the slave girl before men, her beauty and her collar. - (Fighting Slave of Gor, Chapter 6, Sentence #73)
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6 73 She did not, after all, wish to writhe beneath their whips, the lashed object of the fury and contempt of free women, jealous perhaps of the helplessness of the slave girl before men, her beauty and her collar.

Book 14. (7 results) Fighting Slave of Gor (Context Quote)

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6 70 I then realized that Lola's garb, so demure and modest for a female slave, so unlike the usual bit of rag knotted at her left hip, must be because of the presence of the woman slavers in the pens.
6 71 The House of Andronicus, in which I was slave, presumably did not wish to offend the female visitors.
6 72 Lola, too, I imagine, was only too happy to de-emphasize her sexuality before her free sisters.
6 73 She did not, after all, wish to writhe beneath their whips, the lashed object of the fury and contempt of free women, jealous perhaps of the helplessness of the slave girl before men, her beauty and her collar.
6 74 When Lola looked up, the Lady Gina directed her to the woman who had examined me.
6 75 Lola swiftly went and knelt before her.
6 76 "What are you called?" asked the woman.
I then realized that Lola's garb, so demure and modest for a female slave, so unlike the usual bit of rag knotted at her left hip, must be because of the presence of the woman slavers in the pens. The House of Andronicus, in which I was slave, presumably did not wish to offend the female visitors. Lola, too, I imagine, was only too happy to de-emphasize her sexuality before her free sisters. She did not, after all, wish to writhe beneath their whips, the lashed object of the fury and contempt of free women, jealous perhaps of the helplessness of the slave girl before men, her beauty and her collar. When Lola looked up, the Lady Gina directed her to the woman who had examined me. Lola swiftly went and knelt before her. "What are you called?" asked the woman. - (Fighting Slave of Gor, Chapter 6)