Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 12 | 5 | How hard and rough they might be on his body, not soft, silken, as should be the hands of a slave. |
| 12 | 6 | Would a master not recoil from contact with such hands? Surely we should have at least lotions, she thought. |
| 12 | 7 | That is not so much. |
| 12 | 8 | Are we not slaves? Surely the touch of a slave should be as soft as the timid pressing of her lips on the master's chest or thigh, as gentle, as stimulating, as caressing as the flow of scented slave silk drawn across his belly, as piteously sweet as a tender whisper in the night, at his feet, from the slave ring, begging for his touch. |
| 12 | 9 | Suddenly she cried out in pain, for the whip had struck her back. |
| 12 | 10 | She wept, and plunged her arms down again, to the elbows, into the hot water. |
| 12 | 11 | Though she was still within the house the laundering went clearly beyond what might be the needs of the guards, trainers, servants and slaves. |
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How hard and rough they might be on his body, not soft, silken, as should be the hands of a slave.
Would a master not recoil from contact with such hands? Surely we should have at least lotions, she thought.
That is not so much.
Are we not slaves? Surely the touch of a slave should be as soft as the timid pressing of her lips on the master's chest or thigh, as gentle, as stimulating, as caressing as the flow of scented slave silk drawn across his belly, as piteously sweet as a tender whisper in the night, at his feet, from the slave ring, begging for his touch.
Suddenly she cried out in pain, for the whip had struck her back.
She wept, and plunged her arms down again, to the elbows, into the hot water.
Though she was still within the house the laundering went clearly beyond what might be the needs of the guards, trainers, servants and slaves.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )