Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 3 | 179 | Yet, even then, had I been told how it is that girls of a certain sort, of a sort which I was soon to find myself to be, could sometimes in their need scream and writhe in the grass, could sometimes dance wildly beneath the moons, clawing at them, could sometimes tear their fingernails bloody scratching at the cement of their kennels, could sometimes bruise their bodies hurling them against the bars of their cells or tear their flesh pulling against their shackles to touch a guard, I would have dimly understood. |
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Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 3 | 176 | That night, in my bonds, for hours, I had wept and squirmed. |
| 3 | 177 | I was then a virgin. |
| 3 | 178 | I did not even know, fully, then, what a man could do to me. |
| 3 | 179 | Yet, even then, had I been told how it is that girls of a certain sort, of a sort which I was soon to find myself to be, could sometimes in their need scream and writhe in the grass, could sometimes dance wildly beneath the moons, clawing at them, could sometimes tear their fingernails bloody scratching at the cement of their kennels, could sometimes bruise their bodies hurling them against the bars of their cells or tear their flesh pulling against their shackles to touch a guard, I would have dimly understood. |
| 3 | 180 | How cruel men are sometimes, not to satisfy such a woman. |
| 3 | 181 | But I resolved to resist my captor. |
| 3 | 182 | All of the men had, by now, filtered back into the camp. |
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That night, in my bonds, for hours, I had wept and squirmed.
I was then a virgin.
I did not even know, fully, then, what a man could do to me.
Yet, even then, had I been told how it is that girls of a certain sort, of a sort which I was soon to find myself to be, could sometimes in their need scream and writhe in the grass, could sometimes dance wildly beneath the moons, clawing at them, could sometimes tear their fingernails bloody scratching at the cement of their kennels, could sometimes bruise their bodies hurling them against the bars of their cells or tear their flesh pulling against their shackles to touch a guard, I would have dimly understood.
How cruel men are sometimes, not to satisfy such a woman.
But I resolved to resist my captor.
All of the men had, by now, filtered back into the camp.
- (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 3)