Book 31. (1 results) Conspirators of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 8 | 385 | Perhaps he will have her taught the kalika, or dance, dance such as is appropriate for such as she, slave dance. |
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Book 31. (7 results) Conspirators of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 8 | 382 | He may dress her and undress her, considering how she may best be displayed. |
| 8 | 383 | He is concerned with her appearance. |
| 8 | 384 | In the promenades she must look well on her leash. |
| 8 | 385 | Perhaps he will have her taught the kalika, or dance, dance such as is appropriate for such as she, slave dance. |
| 8 | 386 | "Please, more, Master!" I begged. |
| 8 | 387 | Had I been capable of wondering, on Earth, if I were a slave, a rightful slave, a slave by nature? How foolish now seemed such abstract, idle ruminations! It was now confirmed upon me, that I, the former Allison Ashton-Baker, was a slave, and not only by law, however absolute that legal shackle might be, but by right, by nature! Not only was I slave, but I needed to be a slave! "Master?" I asked, within the hood, the light of a lamp dimly sensed through the closed, buckled artifact. |
| 8 | 388 | I lifted my belly, pathetically, piteously, shamelessly, in the darkness. |
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He may dress her and undress her, considering how she may best be displayed.
He is concerned with her appearance.
In the promenades she must look well on her leash.
Perhaps he will have her taught the kalika, or dance, dance such as is appropriate for such as she, slave dance.
"Please, more, Master!" I begged.
Had I been capable of wondering, on Earth, if I were a slave, a rightful slave, a slave by nature? How foolish now seemed such abstract, idle ruminations! It was now confirmed upon me, that I, the former Allison Ashton-Baker, was a slave, and not only by law, however absolute that legal shackle might be, but by right, by nature! Not only was I slave, but I needed to be a slave! "Master?" I asked, within the hood, the light of a lamp dimly sensed through the closed, buckled artifact.
I lifted my belly, pathetically, piteously, shamelessly, in the darkness.
- (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 8)