Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 833 | Then, View more quotes about rising">rising angrily from the chair, with his bootlike sandal, he thrust her forcibly, rolling, down the steps of the dais to the floor at its foot. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 830 | "You are not worth hating". |
| 15 | 831 | "I love you!" she wept. |
| 15 | 832 | "Lying slut!" he said, in English. |
| 15 | 833 | Then, rising angrily from the chair, with his bootlike sandal, he thrust her forcibly, rolling, down the steps of the dais to the floor at its foot. |
| 15 | 834 | He came down the steps, and, it seemed, was ready to spurn her yet again with the bootlike sandal. |
| 15 | 835 | She crawled, squirmed, as she could, to his feet, and, summoning what little strength remained within her, pressed her lips to the bootlike sandal which had spurned her. |
| 15 | 836 | She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. |
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"You are not worth hating".
"I love you!" she wept.
"Lying slut!" he said, in English.
Then, rising angrily from the chair, with his bootlike sandal, he thrust her forcibly, rolling, down the steps of the dais to the floor at its foot.
He came down the steps, and, it seemed, was ready to spurn her yet again with the bootlike sandal.
She crawled, squirmed, as she could, to his feet, and, summoning what little strength remained within her, pressed her lips to the bootlike sandal which had spurned her.
She looked up at him, tears in her eyes.
- (Prize of Gor)