Book 33. (1 results) Rebels of Gor (Individual Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
61
1170
Once more she is prostrate before you, a piteous supplicant! Have her trained, have her taught the kisses and caresses of the slave, have her taught the lascivious dances of the slave, the movements of the slave! She is before you, begging to be yours, wholly and without compromise! Put her to your feet, despise her and abuse her, if you wish, as the worthless, meaningless slave she is!" "Better to leave you here," I said, "to be put to what purposes might please the Pani".
Once more she is prostrate before you, a piteous supplicant! Have her trained, have her taught the kisses and caresses of the slave, have her taught the lascivious dances of the slave, the movements of the slave! She is before you, begging to be yours, wholly and without compromise! Put her to your feet, despise her and abuse her, if you wish, as the worthless, meaningless slave she is!" "Better to leave you here," I said, "to be put to what purposes might please the Pani".
- (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 61, Sentence #1170)
Book 33. (7 results) Rebels of Gor (Context Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
61
1167
She was on her knees, some feet behind, broken, shuddering, conquered, lips trembling.
61
1168
"Do not leave Adraste here!" she wept.
61
1169
"Take her with you! She begs your collar, your chains, whatever marking you would put on her! Do not refuse her, again.
61
1170
Once more she is prostrate before you, a piteous supplicant! Have her trained, have her taught the kisses and caresses of the slave, have her taught the lascivious dances of the slave, the movements of the slave! She is before you, begging to be yours, wholly and without compromise! Put her to your feet, despise her and abuse her, if you wish, as the worthless, meaningless slave she is!" "Better to leave you here," I said, "to be put to what purposes might please the Pani".
61
1171
"Love me!" she cried.
61
1172
"Do not speak foolishly," I said.
61
1173
"You are a slave.
She was on her knees, some feet behind, broken, shuddering, conquered, lips trembling.
"Do not leave Adraste here!" she wept.
"Take her with you! She begs your collar, your chains, whatever marking you would put on her! Do not refuse her, again.
Once more she is prostrate before you, a piteous supplicant! Have her trained, have her taught the kisses and caresses of the slave, have her taught the lascivious dances of the slave, the movements of the slave! She is before you, begging to be yours, wholly and without compromise! Put her to your feet, despise her and abuse her, if you wish, as the worthless, meaningless slave she is!" "Better to leave you here," I said, "to be put to what purposes might please the Pani".
"Love me!" she cried.
"Do not speak foolishly," I said.
"You are a slave.
- (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 61)