Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 12 | 213 | How often would Dina, a slave, have a man, such a man, so at her mercy? I could arouse him with impunity, and he could not touch me. |
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Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 12 | 210 | "You do not need to fear us". |
| 12 | 211 | I stood quite close to him, igniting the male in him. |
| 12 | 212 | I knew this was what the Captain desired, but it pleased me, too. |
| 12 | 213 | How often would Dina, a slave, have a man, such a man, so at her mercy? I could arouse him with impunity, and he could not touch me. |
| 12 | 214 | Sometimes, occasionally, when the mood was on me, when it had amused me, I had teased the boys of Earth, seemingly inviting their attentions, and then, when they had responded, as expected, I had feigned astonishment and disgust, rage and scorn, indignation, even horror, that they had been so bold, so offensively rash, and that I had been so woefully misunderstood, so misjudged, and was now so insulted. |
| 12 | 215 | How they had stammered, and apologized, and groveled, and sought pathetically to ingratiate themselves again in my supposed good graces. |
| 12 | 216 | It is a simple matter of contradictory signals, honey and gall, luring and stinging, a game, a girl's game, raising hopes, then dashing them. |
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"You do not need to fear us".
I stood quite close to him, igniting the male in him.
I knew this was what the Captain desired, but it pleased me, too.
How often would Dina, a slave, have a man, such a man, so at her mercy? I could arouse him with impunity, and he could not touch me.
Sometimes, occasionally, when the mood was on me, when it had amused me, I had teased the boys of Earth, seemingly inviting their attentions, and then, when they had responded, as expected, I had feigned astonishment and disgust, rage and scorn, indignation, even horror, that they had been so bold, so offensively rash, and that I had been so woefully misunderstood, so misjudged, and was now so insulted.
How they had stammered, and apologized, and groveled, and sought pathetically to ingratiate themselves again in my supposed good graces.
It is a simple matter of contradictory signals, honey and gall, luring and stinging, a game, a girl's game, raising hopes, then dashing them.
- (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 12)