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

She might have a talmit and a switch, thought Ellen, but she, too, I can tell, is a pleasure slave. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #783)
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20 783 She View more quotes about might">might have a talmit and a switch, thought Ellen, but she, too, I can tell, is a pleasure slave.

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

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20 780 "Split those knees, pleasure slave," she was told.
20 781 "Yes, Mistress," said Ellen.
20 782 When the talmited slave had gone Ellen lifted her head and looked after her.
20 783 She might have a talmit and a switch, thought Ellen, but she, too, I can tell, is a pleasure slave.
20 784 Are we not all pleasure slaves? "You may be a terror to us, and strict with us, and an authority amongst us, you with your switch, we who are coffled slave meat," thought Ellen, "but in a man's tent, in the shadow of his whip, you, too, female, will kneel, tremble, whimper and beg to serve!" Last night Ellen had been brought to the camp.
20 785 The two lads from the lake, stopped by sentries, had made known their business.
20 786 In the light of the lantern the straw had been parted and the sack undone, and thrust down, at first just enough to view the tag on Ellen's collar, but then, as the interest of the sentries was apparently aroused, to her waist.
"Split those knees, pleasure slave," she was told. "Yes, Mistress," said Ellen. When the talmited slave had gone Ellen lifted her head and looked after her. She might have a talmit and a switch, thought Ellen, but she, too, I can tell, is a pleasure slave. Are we not all pleasure slaves? "You may be a terror to us, and strict with us, and an authority amongst us, you with your switch, we who are coffled slave meat," thought Ellen, "but in a man's tent, in the shadow of his whip, you, too, female, will kneel, tremble, whimper and beg to serve!" Last night Ellen had been brought to the camp. The two lads from the lake, stopped by sentries, had made known their business. In the light of the lantern the straw had been parted and the sack undone, and thrust down, at first just enough to view the tag on Ellen's collar, but then, as the interest of the sentries was apparently aroused, to her waist. - (Prize of Gor)