Book 31. (1 results) Conspirators of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 8 | 366 | It was hard to imagine what might be the sensations which a master might inflict, even casually, upon a helpless slave, one wholly at his mercy, their subtlety, their variety, their length, and nature. |
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Book 31. (7 results) Conspirators of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 8 | 363 | "Please, Master," I whispered. |
| 8 | 364 | "Again!" "Oh, yes!" I whispered, my fingers in his hair. |
| 8 | 365 | At least, I thought, I was not chained helplessly in place. |
| 8 | 366 | It was hard to imagine what might be the sensations which a master might inflict, even casually, upon a helpless slave, one wholly at his mercy, their subtlety, their variety, their length, and nature. |
| 8 | 367 | How helpless she would be, so in his power! I feared to be so chained. |
| 8 | 368 | I wanted to be so chained! How many ways a man has to conquer a woman I thought, the chain, the whip, the switch, the commanding her to her knees, her lips to his feet, a gesture, admitting no questioning, the casting to her of a rag, fit only for a slave, the ordering of her to her tasks, the masterful seizure of her beauty, a kind word, a caress! "More, more, more, Master!" I begged. |
| 8 | 369 | "Yes," I whispered. |
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"Please, Master," I whispered.
"Again!" "Oh, yes!" I whispered, my fingers in his hair.
At least, I thought, I was not chained helplessly in place.
It was hard to imagine what might be the sensations which a master might inflict, even casually, upon a helpless slave, one wholly at his mercy, their subtlety, their variety, their length, and nature.
How helpless she would be, so in his power! I feared to be so chained.
I wanted to be so chained! How many ways a man has to conquer a woman I thought, the chain, the whip, the switch, the commanding her to her knees, her lips to his feet, a gesture, admitting no questioning, the casting to her of a rag, fit only for a slave, the ordering of her to her tasks, the masterful seizure of her beauty, a kind word, a caress! "More, more, more, Master!" I begged.
"Yes," I whispered.
- (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 8)