Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 18 | 599 | "I View more quotes about must">must hasten to my master!" Selius indicated that she might rise, and she scrambled, angrily, to her feet. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 18 | 596 | "Split your knees, more widely," said Selius Arconious. |
| 18 | 597 | "Yes," said he, "you look well there, and thusly". |
| 18 | 598 | "I am under command," said Ellen. |
| 18 | 599 | "I must hasten to my master!" Selius indicated that she might rise, and she scrambled, angrily, to her feet. |
| 18 | 600 | "May I speak?" she inquired, angrily, looking up a him. |
| 18 | 601 | "Yes," he said. |
| 18 | 602 | "Dare never again to take me in your arms! I will complain to my master! I hate you! You are a vain, arrogant beast! You are a brute! You are ignorant, stupid and homely! You think you are so grand! You are not! You are only a tarnster! You are an ugly tarnster! You are nothing! I loathe your touch! The sight of you makes my skin crawl! Better to be seized in the claws of a tharlarion! I detest you!" "Do you think I do not know the feel of a slave in my arms who is on the brink of yielding?" he inquired. |
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"Split your knees, more widely," said Selius Arconious.
"Yes," said he, "you look well there, and thusly".
"I am under command," said Ellen.
"I must hasten to my master!" Selius indicated that she might rise, and she scrambled, angrily, to her feet.
"May I speak?" she inquired, angrily, looking up a him.
"Yes," he said.
"Dare never again to take me in your arms! I will complain to my master! I hate you! You are a vain, arrogant beast! You are a brute! You are ignorant, stupid and homely! You think you are so grand! You are not! You are only a tarnster! You are an ugly tarnster! You are nothing! I loathe your touch! The sight of you makes my skin crawl! Better to be seized in the claws of a tharlarion! I detest you!" "Do you think I do not know the feel of a slave in my arms who is on the brink of yielding?" he inquired.
- (Prize of Gor)