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Book 26. (1 results) Witness of Gor (Individual Quote)

I uttered a small, helpless cry, one of weakness, but one, too, in its way, of petition. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #896)
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13 896 I uttered a small, helpless cry, one of weakness, but one, too, in its way, of petition.

Book 26. (7 results) Witness of Gor (Context Quote)

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13 893 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.
13 894 I whimpered.
13 895 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.
13 896 I uttered a small, helpless cry, one of weakness, but one, too, in its way, of petition.
13 897 Please do not desist, Master! But, of course, he would not desist.
13 898 I rejoiced that in his heart, as in the hearts of such men, there was no mercy.
13 899 "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)