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Book 30. (1 results) Mariners of Gor (Individual Quote)

"This monstrous female," she said, eagerly, gratefully, "perhaps a discipline slave in a pleasure garden, used to keep smaller, more beautiful females in line, or a female draft slave, or a laundress, at best, said, 'Give me your sandals!' 'Never,' cried I, 'slave!' 'Slave?' she said. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #490)
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3 490 "This monstrous female," she said, eagerly, gratefully, "perhaps a discipline slave in a pleasure garden, used to keep smaller, more beautiful females in line, or a female draft slave, or a laundress, at best, said, 'Give me your sandals!' 'Never,' cried I, 'slave!' 'Slave?' she said.

Book 30. (7 results) Mariners of Gor (Context Quote)

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3 487 There is, I assure you, a special flavor or ambiance to such a conversation.
3 488 Afterwards, when one wishes, one terminates the conversation, and does with her what one wishes.
3 489 "Continue," I said.
3 490 "This monstrous female," she said, eagerly, gratefully, "perhaps a discipline slave in a pleasure garden, used to keep smaller, more beautiful females in line, or a female draft slave, or a laundress, at best, said, 'Give me your sandals!' 'Never,' cried I, 'slave!' 'Slave?' she said.
3 491 'Get out of my way,' I cried, 'slave, or I will have the flesh lashed off your large, ugly bones!' She looked at me, suddenly, warily.
3 492 'Is Mistress free?' she asked.
3 493 'No,' I said, 'of course not.
There is, I assure you, a special flavor or ambiance to such a conversation. Afterwards, when one wishes, one terminates the conversation, and does with her what one wishes. "Continue," I said. "This monstrous female," she said, eagerly, gratefully, "perhaps a discipline slave in a pleasure garden, used to keep smaller, more beautiful females in line, or a female draft slave, or a laundress, at best, said, 'Give me your sandals!' 'Never,' cried I, 'slave!' 'Slave?' she said. 'Get out of my way,' I cried, 'slave, or I will have the flesh lashed off your large, ugly bones!' She looked at me, suddenly, warily. 'Is Mistress free?' she asked. 'No,' I said, 'of course not. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 3)