Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 22 | 249 | View more quotes about ellen">Ellen hummed the strains of a joyful Gorean slave song to herself, in which the slave bedecks herself and eagerly awaits the arrival of her master. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 22 | 246 | How perfect, she thought. |
| 22 | 247 | Let her wear a collar! Let her be a naked slave! Let her grovel and fear free women! Yes, thought Ellen, and let her dance before masters, as a naked slave, and be lashed if not pleasing! I am pleased that I am not a dancer, thought Ellen. |
| 22 | 248 | I am pleased that I need not fear being called upon to dance. |
| 22 | 249 | Ellen hummed the strains of a joyful Gorean slave song to herself, in which the slave bedecks herself and eagerly awaits the arrival of her master. |
| 22 | 250 | Suddenly she heard a fierce movement in the air, behind her, an unexpected but unmistakable swift hiss, and, almost at the same time, below the small of the back, she felt a stinging stripe, the swift, sharp blow of a supple switch, a yard in length. |
| 22 | 251 | "Are you dallying, slave girl?" laughed a young voice. |
| 22 | 252 | "No, Master!" cried Ellen, tears bursting from her eyes. |
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How perfect, she thought.
Let her wear a collar! Let her be a naked slave! Let her grovel and fear free women! Yes, thought Ellen, and let her dance before masters, as a naked slave, and be lashed if not pleasing! I am pleased that I am not a dancer, thought Ellen.
I am pleased that I need not fear being called upon to dance.
Ellen hummed the strains of a joyful Gorean slave song to herself, in which the slave bedecks herself and eagerly awaits the arrival of her master.
Suddenly she heard a fierce movement in the air, behind her, an unexpected but unmistakable swift hiss, and, almost at the same time, below the small of the back, she felt a stinging stripe, the swift, sharp blow of a supple switch, a yard in length.
"Are you dallying, slave girl?" laughed a young voice.
"No, Master!" cried Ellen, tears bursting from her eyes.
- (Prize of Gor)