Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 19 | 352 | "View more quotes about master">Master!" cried out Ellen, beggingly, piteously. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 19 | 349 | The metal of the collar absorbed the cold and seemed like a flat ring of ice on her neck. |
| 19 | 350 | Even the thongs that bound her seemed stiff with cold, and she feared they might cut her like frozen knives. |
| 19 | 351 | In what might have been some half of an Ahn, or so, the door to the ice pantry, or ice room, opened and there stood therein, silhouetted in the light behind it, the figure of Selius Arconious. |
| 19 | 352 | "Master!" cried out Ellen, beggingly, piteously. |
| 19 | 353 | "Are you prepared to be a good slave?" he inquired. |
| 19 | 354 | "Yes, Master! Yes, Master!" cried Ellen. |
| 19 | 355 | He then entered the ice room, picked her up, threw her over his left shoulder, steadying her there with his left hand, and left the ice room, she carried as a slave, as would be expected, her head to the rear. |
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The metal of the collar absorbed the cold and seemed like a flat ring of ice on her neck.
Even the thongs that bound her seemed stiff with cold, and she feared they might cut her like frozen knives.
In what might have been some half of an Ahn, or so, the door to the ice pantry, or ice room, opened and there stood therein, silhouetted in the light behind it, the figure of Selius Arconious.
"Master!" cried out Ellen, beggingly, piteously.
"Are you prepared to be a good slave?" he inquired.
"Yes, Master! Yes, Master!" cried Ellen.
He then entered the ice room, picked her up, threw her over his left shoulder, steadying her there with his left hand, and left the ice room, she carried as a slave, as would be expected, her head to the rear.
- (Prize of Gor)