Book 31. (1 results) Conspirators of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 4 | 664 | Do the masters truly not understand the slave's uneasiness, her whimpering, her sidelong glances, the bondage knot in her hair, her kneeling before him, the pathetic way she presses her lips to his feet, hoping to call herself to his attention? Surely the strongest chain on a slave is her nature and her needs. |
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Book 31. (7 results) Conspirators of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 4 | 661 | What choice had she? None! But did the men know how eagerly the slave sought the embrace of her master's arms? One supposes so. |
| 4 | 662 | Surely they must know the need, the passion, of the slave. |
| 4 | 663 | How helpless is a woman once her slave fires have been ignited. |
| 4 | 664 | Do the masters truly not understand the slave's uneasiness, her whimpering, her sidelong glances, the bondage knot in her hair, her kneeling before him, the pathetic way she presses her lips to his feet, hoping to call herself to his attention? Surely the strongest chain on a slave is her nature and her needs. |
| 4 | 665 | And I wondered, suddenly, what it would be to encounter a man so virile and strong, so powerful and lustful, that he would be satisfied with nothing less than my absolute possession, with nothing less than owning me, with nothing less than having me as his slave. |
| 4 | 666 | And what would it be, to be at the feet of such a man? Could there be such man? Could there be such a place, such a world? Nora's questions were greeted with obvious agreement. |
| 4 | 667 | The switch drew my attention, and that of the guests, to the pan which had been placed near me. |
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What choice had she? None! But did the men know how eagerly the slave sought the embrace of her master's arms? One supposes so.
Surely they must know the need, the passion, of the slave.
How helpless is a woman once her slave fires have been ignited.
Do the masters truly not understand the slave's uneasiness, her whimpering, her sidelong glances, the bondage knot in her hair, her kneeling before him, the pathetic way she presses her lips to his feet, hoping to call herself to his attention? Surely the strongest chain on a slave is her nature and her needs.
And I wondered, suddenly, what it would be to encounter a man so virile and strong, so powerful and lustful, that he would be satisfied with nothing less than my absolute possession, with nothing less than owning me, with nothing less than having me as his slave.
And what would it be, to be at the feet of such a man? Could there be such man? Could there be such a place, such a world? Nora's questions were greeted with obvious agreement.
The switch drew my attention, and that of the guests, to the pan which had been placed near me.
- (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 4)