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Book 7. (1 results) Captive of Gor (Individual Quote)

I love you. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #130)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
17 130 I love you.

Book 7. (7 results) Captive of Gor (Context Quote)

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17 127 He must continue to see me as no more than a simple, unimportant, though perhaps attractive, barbarian, no more than a lovely, nicely figured, collared Earth girl.
17 128 I loved him, I did not want to be sold.
17 129 Do not sell me, Master, I thought.
17 130 I love you.
17 131 Please do not sell me, Master! How could one love a girl in a collar? How could one love a groveling, needful slave? But I feared he might come to care for me.
17 132 Accordingly, I sometimes, to my agony, tried to destroy in him those very feelings which I most dearly hoped he might, however unwillingly, entertain for a lowly slave.
17 133 Sometimes, then, despite the depth of my love for him, the aching of my needs, and the peril of the pretense, I would present myself to him as though I might now be a contemptuous, cold, hating, untamed girl, truly, who must, if he saw fit, and deigned to do so, be conquered, and thus I would provoke him yet again to my utter conquest.
He must continue to see me as no more than a simple, unimportant, though perhaps attractive, barbarian, no more than a lovely, nicely figured, collared Earth girl. I loved him, I did not want to be sold. Do not sell me, Master, I thought. I love you. Please do not sell me, Master! How could one love a girl in a collar? How could one love a groveling, needful slave? But I feared he might come to care for me. Accordingly, I sometimes, to my agony, tried to destroy in him those very feelings which I most dearly hoped he might, however unwillingly, entertain for a lowly slave. Sometimes, then, despite the depth of my love for him, the aching of my needs, and the peril of the pretense, I would present myself to him as though I might now be a contemptuous, cold, hating, untamed girl, truly, who must, if he saw fit, and deigned to do so, be conquered, and thus I would provoke him yet again to my utter conquest. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 17)