Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 17 | 788 | "Slut, slut, slut!" hissed Cichek. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 17 | 785 | She was View more quotes about scarcely">scarcely aware that the man had left her side, and that Targo, too, was no longer on the shelf. |
| 17 | 786 | "Hold me, touch me, please!" she sobbed. |
| 17 | 787 | But she was alone. |
| 17 | 788 | "Slut, slut, slut!" hissed Cichek. |
| 17 | 789 | "Helpless slave-girl slut!" hissed Emris. |
| 17 | 790 | "Despicable, disgusting slave!" said Cichek. |
| 17 | 791 | "No more airs for you, slave girl," said Emris. |
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She was scarcely aware that the man had left her side, and that Targo, too, was no longer on the shelf.
"Hold me, touch me, please!" she sobbed.
But she was alone.
"Slut, slut, slut!" hissed Cichek.
"Helpless slave-girl slut!" hissed Emris.
"Despicable, disgusting slave!" said Cichek.
"No more airs for you, slave girl," said Emris.
- (Prize of Gor)