Book 26. (1 results) Witness of Gor (Individual Quote)
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896
I uttered a small, helpless cry, one of weakness, but one, too, in its way, of petition.
I uttered a small, helpless cry, one of weakness, but one, too, in its way, of petition.
- (Witness of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #896)
Book 26. (7 results) Witness of Gor (Context Quote)
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893
Should I fight him, as I could? What would it matter, in the end? And might I not be beaten for the slightest show of resistance, unless, in its futility, he found it amusing.
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894
I whimpered.
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895
Could he read in me my signs of growing helplessness? I was refined, I was delicate, I was sensitive! How could this be being done to me? But then I recalled that I was a slave.
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896
I uttered a small, helpless cry, one of weakness, but one, too, in its way, of petition.
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897
Please do not desist, Master! But, of course, he would not desist.
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898
I rejoiced that in his heart, as in the hearts of such men, there was no mercy.
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899
"See the slave!" cried one of the women at the wall.
Should I fight him, as I could? What would it matter, in the end? And might I not be beaten for the slightest show of resistance, unless, in its futility, he found it amusing.
I whimpered.
Could he read in me my signs of growing helplessness? I was refined, I was delicate, I was sensitive! How could this be being done to me? But then I recalled that I was a slave.
I uttered a small, helpless cry, one of weakness, but one, too, in its way, of petition.
Please do not desist, Master! But, of course, he would not desist.
I rejoiced that in his heart, as in the hearts of such men, there was no mercy.
"See the slave!" cried one of the women at the wall.
- (Witness of Gor, Chapter 13)