Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 12 | 395 | They could be turned from side to side, flung to their belly, thrown to a wall, forced to assume any number of positions, sometimes their bodies being seized and literally placed, limb by limb, in the desired position, handled with an imperious handling, sometimes conjoined with a sharp word of instruction or admonishment. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 12 | 392 | It could be done to her, and she had no recourse. |
| 12 | 393 | She was slave. |
| 12 | 394 | In her training she had learned that slaves could be handled casually, and with assurance, and roughly, and brutally. |
| 12 | 395 | They could be turned from side to side, flung to their belly, thrown to a wall, forced to assume any number of positions, sometimes their bodies being seized and literally placed, limb by limb, in the desired position, handled with an imperious handling, sometimes conjoined with a sharp word of instruction or admonishment. |
| 12 | 396 | The slave's body, for example, does not belong to her. |
| 12 | 397 | It, like the entirety of her, belongs to the master. |
| 12 | 398 | She then felt her body, her hair in his grip, his left hand on her left knee, bent backward, until she was helpless before him; the "slave bow," as the expression is, of her vulnerable, owned beauty thusly exhibited for his attention, or assessment. |
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It could be done to her, and she had no recourse.
She was slave.
In her training she had learned that slaves could be handled casually, and with assurance, and roughly, and brutally.
They could be turned from side to side, flung to their belly, thrown to a wall, forced to assume any number of positions, sometimes their bodies being seized and literally placed, limb by limb, in the desired position, handled with an imperious handling, sometimes conjoined with a sharp word of instruction or admonishment.
The slave's body, for example, does not belong to her.
It, like the entirety of her, belongs to the master.
She then felt her body, her hair in his grip, his left hand on her left knee, bent backward, until she was helpless before him; the "slave bow," as the expression is, of her vulnerable, owned beauty thusly exhibited for his attention, or assessment.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 12)