Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 18 | 509 | Why is it then that I writhe in the View more quotes about straw">straw at the thought of him? Why is it then that I dream of his whip upon me, lashing me, claiming me, marking me as his? "Hold, slave girl," said a voice behind her, a man's voice. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 18 | 506 | He does not understand me. |
| 18 | 507 | He cares for me not at all, save as an object of lust. |
| 18 | 508 | Even his least glance treats me as a slave. |
| 18 | 509 | Why is it then that I writhe in the straw at the thought of him? Why is it then that I dream of his whip upon me, lashing me, claiming me, marking me as his? "Hold, slave girl," said a voice behind her, a man's voice. |
| 18 | 510 | "Do not turn about". |
| 18 | 511 | Ellen, frightened, stood still. |
| 18 | 512 | "Are your thighs hot?" she heard the voice ask. |
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He does not understand me.
He cares for me not at all, save as an object of lust.
Even his least glance treats me as a slave.
Why is it then that I writhe in the straw at the thought of him? Why is it then that I dream of his whip upon me, lashing me, claiming me, marking me as his? "Hold, slave girl," said a voice behind her, a man's voice.
"Do not turn about".
Ellen, frightened, stood still.
"Are your thighs hot?" she heard the voice ask.
- (Prize of Gor)