Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 27 | 294 | "View more quotes about come">Come, Slave Beauty!" he cried and, bending me over, my hands trying to grasp his wrist, ran me, stumbling, to the nearest alcove. |
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Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 27 | 291 | Bran Loort looked to Clitus Vitellius and the warrior smiled, and lifted his hand. |
| 27 | 292 | "Oh," I cried. |
| 27 | 293 | Bran Loort seized me by the hair, which was now long enough to permit a master to grasp it. |
| 27 | 294 | "Come, Slave Beauty!" he cried and, bending me over, my hands trying to grasp his wrist, ran me, stumbling, to the nearest alcove. |
| 27 | 295 | He did not even draw the curtain. |
| 27 | 296 | I turned. |
| 27 | 297 | I shrank back, my back against the rear wall of the alcove. |
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Bran Loort looked to Clitus Vitellius and the warrior smiled, and lifted his hand.
"Oh," I cried.
Bran Loort seized me by the hair, which was now long enough to permit a master to grasp it.
"Come, Slave Beauty!" he cried and, bending me over, my hands trying to grasp his wrist, ran me, stumbling, to the nearest alcove.
He did not even draw the curtain.
I turned.
I shrank back, my back against the rear wall of the alcove.
- (Slave Girl of Gor)