Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)
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4
657
I, treated as though I might be only a slave! But did I think I was any longer free? But, of course, that was what I now was, a slave, only a slave.
I, treated as though I might be only a slave! But did I think I was any longer free? But, of course, that was what I now was, a slave, only a slave.
- (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 4, Sentence #657)
Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
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4
654
I wondered how many hundreds of slave girls he had had.
4
655
I looked carefully, as carefully as I could in the light, at the large, blond, shaggy-haired fellow, whom I found, after my master, the most attractive male in the camp.
4
656
It had been he who had first taken Eta, when, the night before I was branded, I had watched her perform, bound, belled and hooded, in the same cruel sport in which I this evening had been so humiliatingly victimized, treated as though I might be only a slave.
4
657
I, treated as though I might be only a slave! But did I think I was any longer free? But, of course, that was what I now was, a slave, only a slave.
4
658
How misplaced and foolish then seemed my resentment, my petulance, my pride! Such luxuries belonged to free women, not to such as I.
4
659
Tears of helpless frustration stained my cheeks.
4
660
I was no longer free! I looked at him.
I wondered how many hundreds of slave girls he had had.
I looked carefully, as carefully as I could in the light, at the large, blond, shaggy-haired fellow, whom I found, after my master, the most attractive male in the camp.
It had been he who had first taken Eta, when, the night before I was branded, I had watched her perform, bound, belled and hooded, in the same cruel sport in which I this evening had been so humiliatingly victimized, treated as though I might be only a slave.
I, treated as though I might be only a slave! But did I think I was any longer free? But, of course, that was what I now was, a slave, only a slave.
How misplaced and foolish then seemed my resentment, my petulance, my pride! Such luxuries belonged to free women, not to such as I.
Tears of helpless frustration stained my cheeks.
I was no longer free! I looked at him.
- (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 4)