| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 37 | 220 | "You cannot even conceive of the taste, the horrid bitterness of it!" "View more quotes about open">Open your mouth," I said. |
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| 37 | 217 | "I have already chewed sip root within the moon," she said. |
| 37 | 218 | I smiled. |
| 37 | 219 | The slut would play with me, would she? "Please, no, Master!" she begged. |
| 37 | 220 | "You cannot even conceive of the taste, the horrid bitterness of it!" "Open your mouth," I said. |
| 37 | 221 | "Yes, Master," she said. |
| 37 | 222 | Female slaves on Gor, unless they are to be crossed and bred by masters, as the domestic animals they are, are commonly given "slave wine," a beverage prepared from sip root which prevents conception. |
| 37 | 223 | The slave is not to bear young except at the will of the master. |