Book 21. (1 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 15 | 534 | Apparently before she had never been so at the mercy of a man. |
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Book 21. (7 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 15 | 531 | I gathered that the former Lucilina, though a slave, had never really learned what it might be to be a man's slave. |
| 15 | 532 | Hitherto I feared she had been something of an anomaly, little more than a free woman, in a way, in a slave's collar. |
| 15 | 533 | It seemed that this might be the first time that she had ever been subjected to such caresses, those which she must endure, whether she wished to or not, those possessive, insolent caresses appropriate to a meaningless slave, caresses which would irresistibly draw her, if the master pleased, and solely at his discretion, inch by inch, touch by touch, mercilessly and ineluctably, to slave ecstasy. |
| 15 | 534 | Apparently before she had never been so at the mercy of a man. |
| 15 | 535 | Strange it was that she should seem only now to be learning her collar. |
| 15 | 536 | She could no more resist what was being done to her, or what was beginning to occur in her body, than she could stay the wind or stem the tides of the sea. |
| 15 | 537 | She was a now only helpless female, the prisoner of her biology. |
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I gathered that the former Lucilina, though a slave, had never really learned what it might be to be a man's slave.
Hitherto I feared she had been something of an anomaly, little more than a free woman, in a way, in a slave's collar.
It seemed that this might be the first time that she had ever been subjected to such caresses, those which she must endure, whether she wished to or not, those possessive, insolent caresses appropriate to a meaningless slave, caresses which would irresistibly draw her, if the master pleased, and solely at his discretion, inch by inch, touch by touch, mercilessly and ineluctably, to slave ecstasy.
Apparently before she had never been so at the mercy of a man.
Strange it was that she should seem only now to be learning her collar.
She could no more resist what was being done to her, or what was beginning to occur in her body, than she could stay the wind or stem the tides of the sea.
She was a now only helpless female, the prisoner of her biology.
- (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 15)