Book 26. (1 results) Witness of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 7 | 453 | Was this some torture to which he was subjecting me? It may as well have been, so helpless I was, so much at his mercy. |
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Book 26. (7 results) Witness of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 7 | 450 | How could I be brought more closely to the yielding? I wanted it! My eyes begged it. |
| 7 | 451 | I thought I heard voices from the house. |
| 7 | 452 | I groaned. |
| 7 | 453 | Was this some torture to which he was subjecting me? It may as well have been, so helpless I was, so much at his mercy. |
| 7 | 454 | To be sure, I was nothing, only a girl in a garden. |
| 7 | 455 | I had, of course, in chains, and in ropes, learned what such as he could do to me, how they could bring me again and again, gently, surely, cruelly, as it might amuse them, to such a point, to such a delicate, exact point, to the very threshold of release, to the very edge of ecstasy, to where I was only the cry of a nerve away, begging, and then, if they wished, simply abandon me there, letting me try to cling there, in place, until, protesting, suffering, weeping I would slip back, only after a time, if it might again amuse them, sometimes with so little as a few deft touches, to be forced to begin again the same ascent. |
| 7 | 456 | Considering such power held over us by men, it is perhaps clearer now why women such as I strive desperately to be pleasing. |
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How could I be brought more closely to the yielding? I wanted it! My eyes begged it.
I thought I heard voices from the house.
I groaned.
Was this some torture to which he was subjecting me? It may as well have been, so helpless I was, so much at his mercy.
To be sure, I was nothing, only a girl in a garden.
I had, of course, in chains, and in ropes, learned what such as he could do to me, how they could bring me again and again, gently, surely, cruelly, as it might amuse them, to such a point, to such a delicate, exact point, to the very threshold of release, to the very edge of ecstasy, to where I was only the cry of a nerve away, begging, and then, if they wished, simply abandon me there, letting me try to cling there, in place, until, protesting, suffering, weeping I would slip back, only after a time, if it might again amuse them, sometimes with so little as a few deft touches, to be forced to begin again the same ascent.
Considering such power held over us by men, it is perhaps clearer now why women such as I strive desperately to be pleasing.
- (Witness of Gor, Chapter 7)