Book 35. (1 results) Quarry of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 46 | 583 | The music began to swirl to its conclusion. |
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Book 35. (7 results) Quarry of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 46 | 580 | Had he not done this to me, to shame me, and make me an object of derision and ridicule, wanting me whipped? But the lash had not yet fallen. |
| 46 | 581 | I thrust my body at him, angrily, defiantly, and then, suddenly, fearfully, well aware of my foolishness and jeopardy, that I, a slave, might be found displeasing to a free man, I danced, or acknowledged, as well as I could, my helplessness, choicelessness, and vulnerability, that I was now in my collar, where I belonged, and wanted to be, and that I now knew myself nothing, only an object, and beast, a worthless slave, but yet, a needful, begging one. |
| 46 | 582 | What woman can understand this, but one who in reality, or in her thoughts, has been chained at the feet of a master? Then I not only danced my slavery, but I addressed myself to Addison Steele, as though I might be his slave, one who craved his collar, one who wished to feel the weight of his chains on her limbs. |
| 46 | 583 | The music began to swirl to its conclusion. |
| 46 | 584 | I sank to the floor, and writhed my need. |
| 46 | 585 | Then the music, abruptly, ended. |
| 46 | 586 | I went to my belly on the floor. |
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Had he not done this to me, to shame me, and make me an object of derision and ridicule, wanting me whipped? But the lash had not yet fallen.
I thrust my body at him, angrily, defiantly, and then, suddenly, fearfully, well aware of my foolishness and jeopardy, that I, a slave, might be found displeasing to a free man, I danced, or acknowledged, as well as I could, my helplessness, choicelessness, and vulnerability, that I was now in my collar, where I belonged, and wanted to be, and that I now knew myself nothing, only an object, and beast, a worthless slave, but yet, a needful, begging one.
What woman can understand this, but one who in reality, or in her thoughts, has been chained at the feet of a master? Then I not only danced my slavery, but I addressed myself to Addison Steele, as though I might be his slave, one who craved his collar, one who wished to feel the weight of his chains on her limbs.
The music began to swirl to its conclusion.
I sank to the floor, and writhed my need.
Then the music, abruptly, ended.
I went to my belly on the floor.
- (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 46)