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Book 15. (1 results) Rogue of Gor (Individual Quote)

Beverly Henderson, a self-confessed slave, and the most desirable woman I had ever seen, was at my feet. - (Rogue of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #466)
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24 466 Beverly View more quotes about henderson">Henderson, a self-confessed slave, and the most desirable woman I had ever seen, was at my feet.

Book 15. (7 results) Rogue of Gor (Context Quote)

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24 463 Immediately she knelt before me, bound, among the chains.
24 464 She looked up, though she could see nothing in the confines of the blindfold.
24 465 I looked down at her.
24 466 Beverly Henderson, a self-confessed slave, and the most desirable woman I had ever seen, was at my feet.
24 467 She was naked and bound, mine! I was filled then with emotions so powerful, so primitive and exultant, so ancient, so overwhelming, so mighty and glorious, that I knew then I had caught the scent of the meaning of man, and of woman.
24 468 Could I again deny my blood? Could I again repudiate the heritage of my manhood? How could it be? The meat of the mammoth roasted then again upon the greenwood spit.
24 469 Once again, after an interim of ten thousand years, sparks were struck from blue flint, as heavy, hairy hands shaped the head of a spear.
Immediately she knelt before me, bound, among the chains. She looked up, though she could see nothing in the confines of the blindfold. I looked down at her. Beverly Henderson, a self-confessed slave, and the most desirable woman I had ever seen, was at my feet. She was naked and bound, mine! I was filled then with emotions so powerful, so primitive and exultant, so ancient, so overwhelming, so mighty and glorious, that I knew then I had caught the scent of the meaning of man, and of woman. Could I again deny my blood? Could I again repudiate the heritage of my manhood? How could it be? The meat of the mammoth roasted then again upon the greenwood spit. Once again, after an interim of ten thousand years, sparks were struck from blue flint, as heavy, hairy hands shaped the head of a spear. - (Rogue of Gor)