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

After all, I am no longer your slave, my dear Mirus. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #369)
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18 369 After all, I am no View more quotes about longer">longer your slave, my dear Mirus.

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

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18 366 She recalled with satisfaction, with pleasure, how she had tormented Selius Arconious.
18 367 She laughed to herself.
18 368 Oh, dear Mirus, my erstwhile master, she thought to herself, what would you have made of that? Would you have recognized your Ellen, she whom you brought to Gor and so transformed and reduced, in that enticing, insolent, saucy little flirt? One who well knows how to torment a man? Would you have known me? Would you have been surprised? Would you have been outraged? Do you think I might similarly torment you? Perhaps.
18 369 After all, I am no longer your slave, my dear Mirus.
18 370 "Ho, slave!" called Fel Doron.
18 371 "I see the first of the birds in the distance.
18 372 Hurry!" "Yes, Master!" cried Ellen.
She recalled with satisfaction, with pleasure, how she had tormented Selius Arconious. She laughed to herself. Oh, dear Mirus, my erstwhile master, she thought to herself, what would you have made of that? Would you have recognized your Ellen, she whom you brought to Gor and so transformed and reduced, in that enticing, insolent, saucy little flirt? One who well knows how to torment a man? Would you have known me? Would you have been surprised? Would you have been outraged? Do you think I might similarly torment you? Perhaps. After all, I am no longer your slave, my dear Mirus. "Ho, slave!" called Fel Doron. "I see the first of the birds in the distance. Hurry!" "Yes, Master!" cried Ellen. - (Prize of Gor)