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Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)

How much we are at their mercy! She saw men in the crowd. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #518)
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16 518 How much we are at their mercy! She saw men in the crowd.

Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)

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16 515 Might that not be he, near the stall of kettles, lamps and pans? No, it was not.
16 516 Perhaps he had, unbeknownst to her, sent an agent, who even now was merrily reporting to him on the success of his joke, the jest he was cruelly playing on his helpless slave.
16 517 How cruel the Masters, she thought.
16 518 How much we are at their mercy! She saw men in the crowd.
16 519 It frightened her, particularly as one of them might turn about, and see her, or pause to look upon her, to think that she, as a slave, might be bought or sold.
16 520 My master, Mirus of Ar, could sell me, if he wished, she thought.
16 521 How that thrills me! But, of course, he would not wish to do so! Certainly he would not have brought me here, and taken all this time and trouble, merely to dispose of me, merely to have me sold! She saw, occasionally, among the crowds, a free woman, robed and veiled.
Might that not be he, near the stall of kettles, lamps and pans? No, it was not. Perhaps he had, unbeknownst to her, sent an agent, who even now was merrily reporting to him on the success of his joke, the jest he was cruelly playing on his helpless slave. How cruel the Masters, she thought. How much we are at their mercy! She saw men in the crowd. It frightened her, particularly as one of them might turn about, and see her, or pause to look upon her, to think that she, as a slave, might be bought or sold. My master, Mirus of Ar, could sell me, if he wished, she thought. How that thrills me! But, of course, he would not wish to do so! Certainly he would not have brought me here, and taken all this time and trouble, merely to dispose of me, merely to have me sold! She saw, occasionally, among the crowds, a free woman, robed and veiled. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 16)