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Book 28. (1 results) Kur of Gor (Individual Quote)

You were no more than a slave, competing pathetically, and unsuccessfully, for the attention of a free male! Speak, slut, quickly, or be beaten!" "Forgive me, Mistress," begged the slave. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 32, Sentence #165)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
32 165 You were no more than a slave, competing pathetically, and unsuccessfully, for the attention of a free male! Speak, slut, quickly, or be beaten!" "Forgive me, Mistress," begged the slave.

Book 28. (7 results) Kur of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
32 162 She then kicked some sand against the prostrate slave, who winced, but stayed as she was.
32 163 "You were a naked slave then, as you are now," said the Lady Bina.
32 164 "I saw how you attempted to display yourself to this fellow in the container, how you turned, seemingly so innocently, to exhibit your figure, how you held your head, at this attitude or another, how you extended your legs, and held your arms, how you pointed your toes to curve your calves in that delicious manner which is calculated to so stimulate the interest of men, many things.
32 165 You were no more than a slave, competing pathetically, and unsuccessfully, for the attention of a free male! Speak, slut, quickly, or be beaten!" "Forgive me, Mistress," begged the slave.
32 166 "How stupidly bold you were, how presumptuous, how insolent!" said the Lady Bina.
32 167 "And now you are as you should be, a collared slave!" said the Lady Bina.
32 168 "Yes, Mistress!" wept the slave.
She then kicked some sand against the prostrate slave, who winced, but stayed as she was. "You were a naked slave then, as you are now," said the Lady Bina. "I saw how you attempted to display yourself to this fellow in the container, how you turned, seemingly so innocently, to exhibit your figure, how you held your head, at this attitude or another, how you extended your legs, and held your arms, how you pointed your toes to curve your calves in that delicious manner which is calculated to so stimulate the interest of men, many things. You were no more than a slave, competing pathetically, and unsuccessfully, for the attention of a free male! Speak, slut, quickly, or be beaten!" "Forgive me, Mistress," begged the slave. "How stupidly bold you were, how presumptuous, how insolent!" said the Lady Bina. "And now you are as you should be, a collared slave!" said the Lady Bina. "Yes, Mistress!" wept the slave. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 32)