Book 10. (7 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | 641 | The girl approaches the master naked and kneels, the bondage knot soft, curled, fallen at the side of her right cheek or before her right shoulder. |
| 1 | 642 | Another device, common in Port Kar, is for the girl to kneel before the master and put her head down and lift her arms, offering him fruit, usually a larma, or a yellow Gorean peach, ripe and fresh. |
| 1 | 643 | These devices, incidentally, may be used even by a slave girl who hates her master but whose body, trained to love, cannot endure the absence of the masculine caress. |
| 1 | 644 | Such girls, even with hatred, may offer the larma, furious with themselves, yet helpless, the captive of their slave needs, forced to beg on their knees for the touch of a harsh master, who revels in the sport of their plight; does he satisfy them; if it is his will, yes; if it is not his will, no. |
| 1 | 645 | They are slaves. |
| 1 | 646 | The girl now knelt before me, her body obedient still, trembling, throbbing, to the melodious, sensual command of the music. |
| 1 | 647 | I looked into the cupped hands, held toward me. |
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The girl approaches the master naked and kneels, the bondage knot soft, curled, fallen at the side of her right cheek or before her right shoulder.
Another device, common in Port Kar, is for the girl to kneel before the master and put her head down and lift her arms, offering him fruit, usually a larma, or a yellow Gorean peach, ripe and fresh.
These devices, incidentally, may be used even by a slave girl who hates her master but whose body, trained to love, cannot endure the absence of the masculine caress.
Such girls, even with hatred, may offer the larma, furious with themselves, yet helpless, the captive of their slave needs, forced to beg on their knees for the touch of a harsh master, who revels in the sport of their plight; does he satisfy them; if it is his will, yes; if it is not his will, no.
They are slaves.
The girl now knelt before me, her body obedient still, trembling, throbbing, to the melodious, sensual command of the music.
I looked into the cupped hands, held toward me.
- (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter )