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Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)

"Forgive me, Master!" wept Laura, lowering herself humbly to her belly before him, and pressing her lips to his bootlike sandals. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #457)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
13 457 "View more quotes about forgive">Forgive me, Master!" wept Laura, lowering herself humbly to her belly before him, and pressing her lips to his bootlike sandals.

Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
13 454 "Yes," he said.
13 455 She quickly ran to him and, as slaves gasped, she knelt before him, bending over, her head down between her arms, which were lifted, the wrists crossed.
13 456 "How dare you submit yourself as a free woman?" he asked.
13 457 "Forgive me, Master!" wept Laura, lowering herself humbly to her belly before him, and pressing her lips to his bootlike sandals.
13 458 She looked up, tears in her eyes.
13 459 "Perhaps Master would care to capture a worthless slave?" The occupant of the net, tied close to the belly of the tarn, squirmed, whimpering, angrily.
13 460 "She wants to be the only one," whispered a girl to Ellen.
"Yes," he said. She quickly ran to him and, as slaves gasped, she knelt before him, bending over, her head down between her arms, which were lifted, the wrists crossed. "How dare you submit yourself as a free woman?" he asked. "Forgive me, Master!" wept Laura, lowering herself humbly to her belly before him, and pressing her lips to his bootlike sandals. She looked up, tears in her eyes. "Perhaps Master would care to capture a worthless slave?" The occupant of the net, tied close to the belly of the tarn, squirmed, whimpering, angrily. "She wants to be the only one," whispered a girl to Ellen. - (Prize of Gor)