Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 35 | 31 | Was she jealous of us, even though she had the glory of freedom on her and we were no more than docile, servile, collared beasts? Did it have to do with the fact that men found us of interest, and would buy us, and own us? Was it our beauty, if beauty it was, which so infuriated her? Why should she be concerned with us? Did she not know we were slaves, simple beasts, and could be sold? I dreaded the morning, when I would be again at her mercy. |
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Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 35 | 28 | She was impatient. |
| 35 | 29 | Her switch was supple and cruel. |
| 35 | 30 | I think she enjoyed beating slaves, at least lovely slaves, for some reason. |
| 35 | 31 | Was she jealous of us, even though she had the glory of freedom on her and we were no more than docile, servile, collared beasts? Did it have to do with the fact that men found us of interest, and would buy us, and own us? Was it our beauty, if beauty it was, which so infuriated her? Why should she be concerned with us? Did she not know we were slaves, simple beasts, and could be sold? I dreaded the morning, when I would be again at her mercy. |
| 35 | 32 | Why did she use the switch so upon us? What if we might be attractive to men? What did it matter? We were no more than simple beasts, animals, at her mercy. |
| 35 | 33 | Our bodies were rich with the stripes of her displeasure. |
| 35 | 34 | Did she not know we were desperate to please her? She was so different from a man. |
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She was impatient.
Her switch was supple and cruel.
I think she enjoyed beating slaves, at least lovely slaves, for some reason.
Was she jealous of us, even though she had the glory of freedom on her and we were no more than docile, servile, collared beasts? Did it have to do with the fact that men found us of interest, and would buy us, and own us? Was it our beauty, if beauty it was, which so infuriated her? Why should she be concerned with us? Did she not know we were slaves, simple beasts, and could be sold? I dreaded the morning, when I would be again at her mercy.
Why did she use the switch so upon us? What if we might be attractive to men? What did it matter? We were no more than simple beasts, animals, at her mercy.
Our bodies were rich with the stripes of her displeasure.
Did she not know we were desperate to please her? She was so different from a man.
- (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 35)