Book 30. (1 results) Mariners of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 37 | 1311 | "I thought of myself, frequently enough, as a property, as owned, as a girl who must unquestioningly, fearfully, obey masters, who might dance for their pleasure, about campfires in lonely places, on streets in shabby districts, to a master's flute, on the decks of galleys, to the clapping of hands, on the floor of taverns, to music, silks swirling, bangles clashing, to shouts, to hands reaching for me, to the clash of goblets and the spilling of drink, to the cries of aroused men, pleased to look upon me as I would then be, a vulnerable, helpless slave, desperate to be found pleasing". |
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Book 30. (7 results) Mariners of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 37 | 1308 | "Would you like to dance—as a slave?" I asked. |
| 37 | 1309 | "On Earth," she said, "I dreamed of such things". |
| 37 | 1310 | "Speak," I said. |
| 37 | 1311 | "I thought of myself, frequently enough, as a property, as owned, as a girl who must unquestioningly, fearfully, obey masters, who might dance for their pleasure, about campfires in lonely places, on streets in shabby districts, to a master's flute, on the decks of galleys, to the clapping of hands, on the floor of taverns, to music, silks swirling, bangles clashing, to shouts, to hands reaching for me, to the clash of goblets and the spilling of drink, to the cries of aroused men, pleased to look upon me as I would then be, a vulnerable, helpless slave, desperate to be found pleasing". |
| 37 | 1312 | "And did you dream of yourself helpless in the chains, or arms, of a master?" "Yes, Master," she said, putting down her head. |
| 37 | 1313 | "Where were you sold?" I asked. |
| 37 | 1314 | "In Market of Semris," she said. |
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"Would you like to dance—as a slave?" I asked.
"On Earth," she said, "I dreamed of such things".
"Speak," I said.
"I thought of myself, frequently enough, as a property, as owned, as a girl who must unquestioningly, fearfully, obey masters, who might dance for their pleasure, about campfires in lonely places, on streets in shabby districts, to a master's flute, on the decks of galleys, to the clapping of hands, on the floor of taverns, to music, silks swirling, bangles clashing, to shouts, to hands reaching for me, to the clash of goblets and the spilling of drink, to the cries of aroused men, pleased to look upon me as I would then be, a vulnerable, helpless slave, desperate to be found pleasing".
"And did you dream of yourself helpless in the chains, or arms, of a master?" "Yes, Master," she said, putting down her head.
"Where were you sold?" I asked.
"In Market of Semris," she said.
- (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 37)