Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 5 | 631 | Did my master not love me? Did he not care for me? Did he not reciprocate the feelings which I had for him? I wept, a discarded, abandoned, insignificant slave. |
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Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 5 | 628 | What would be done with me? Surely they would not blame me! Surely they would understand that I was only a slave girl! Surely they must understand that I had had to obey my master! Would they so much as give me the opportunity to please them—and as what I was, a slave? Would they find me attractive? Might my beauty, and my zeal to serve them, suffice to divert their wrath? Might they not, in the light of the pleasures which I would be eager to supply them, consider sparing me? If I were sufficiently pleasing, as I would strive to be, might I not be permitted to live? Surely I would beg on my belly to be permitted to please them, to be permitted to provide them with inordinate pleasures, to be permitted to please them as only a slave girl can please a man! They must let me live! Please, I thought, let me live! I moaned with misery. |
| 5 | 629 | Obviously I was nothing to my master! I had been used to create a diversion, had been employed as a mere pawn. |
| 5 | 630 | I had been exposed to danger, as though I might have been any slave, any slave at all, even a hated slave. |
| 5 | 631 | Did my master not love me? Did he not care for me? Did he not reciprocate the feelings which I had for him? I wept, a discarded, abandoned, insignificant slave. |
| 5 | 632 | I heard the men leaving the camp. |
| 5 | 633 | Then the camp was empty, save for the wounded, and the slave girls, of which I was one. |
| 5 | 634 | "Dina," said the girl with the bruise to me. |
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What would be done with me? Surely they would not blame me! Surely they would understand that I was only a slave girl! Surely they must understand that I had had to obey my master! Would they so much as give me the opportunity to please them—and as what I was, a slave? Would they find me attractive? Might my beauty, and my zeal to serve them, suffice to divert their wrath? Might they not, in the light of the pleasures which I would be eager to supply them, consider sparing me? If I were sufficiently pleasing, as I would strive to be, might I not be permitted to live? Surely I would beg on my belly to be permitted to please them, to be permitted to provide them with inordinate pleasures, to be permitted to please them as only a slave girl can please a man! They must let me live! Please, I thought, let me live! I moaned with misery.
Obviously I was nothing to my master! I had been used to create a diversion, had been employed as a mere pawn.
I had been exposed to danger, as though I might have been any slave, any slave at all, even a hated slave.
Did my master not love me? Did he not care for me? Did he not reciprocate the feelings which I had for him? I wept, a discarded, abandoned, insignificant slave.
I heard the men leaving the camp.
Then the camp was empty, save for the wounded, and the slave girls, of which I was one.
"Dina," said the girl with the bruise to me.
- (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 5)