Book 5. (1 results) Assassin of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 19 | 406 | "View more quotes about lower">Lower your arms, Slave," commanded Elizabeth, and Phyllis did so, stepping back, and went to stand beside Virginia. |
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Book 5. (7 results) Assassin of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 19 | 403 | "Surely none of Ar could make such a wench cry with pleasure!" There were some angry shouts from the crowd, but mostly roars of laughter. |
| 19 | 404 | "Would it not be worth five hundred gold pieces," asked Elizabeth, "to put your leash on this one and lead her home, to teach her the worth of a man of Ar, if worth they have, and then send her weeping and aching to the kettles of the kitchen until she begs to sleep beneath your slave ring?" There was a roar of pleasure, of amusement from the crowd. |
| 19 | 405 | Phyllis' eyes were filled with tears. |
| 19 | 406 | "Lower your arms, Slave," commanded Elizabeth, and Phyllis did so, stepping back, and went to stand beside Virginia. |
| 19 | 407 | Then Elizabeth herself strode to the front of the block. |
| 19 | 408 | "And me!" she laughed. |
| 19 | 409 | "Which of you would like to put me in steel?" The crowd roared and stamped, and its men rose to their feet, shouting, pounding their right fists on their left shoulder, in Gorean acclaim. |
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"Surely none of Ar could make such a wench cry with pleasure!" There were some angry shouts from the crowd, but mostly roars of laughter.
"Would it not be worth five hundred gold pieces," asked Elizabeth, "to put your leash on this one and lead her home, to teach her the worth of a man of Ar, if worth they have, and then send her weeping and aching to the kettles of the kitchen until she begs to sleep beneath your slave ring?" There was a roar of pleasure, of amusement from the crowd.
Phyllis' eyes were filled with tears.
"Lower your arms, Slave," commanded Elizabeth, and Phyllis did so, stepping back, and went to stand beside Virginia.
Then Elizabeth herself strode to the front of the block.
"And me!" she laughed.
"Which of you would like to put me in steel?" The crowd roared and stamped, and its men rose to their feet, shouting, pounding their right fists on their left shoulder, in Gorean acclaim.
- (Assassin of Gor)