Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 22 | 355 | "Yes," she admitted to View more quotes about herself">herself, "I am a vain slave. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 22 | 352 | Layers of guilt, falsity and hypocrisy fell from her, like a weighty, obsolescent armor, dried, useless scales shed when no longer needed. |
| 22 | 353 | "What is your lot number, little tasta, little vulo?" called another man. |
| 22 | 354 | "117, Master," Ellen responded. |
| 22 | 355 | "Yes," she admitted to herself, "I am a vain slave. |
| 22 | 356 | And I am exquisite, I think, and I am beautiful, I think. |
| 22 | 357 | Or perhaps so! And in any event I love being owned and I love being a slave!" But then she remembered men and their whips and was afraid, very afraid. |
| 22 | 358 | "117, Master!" she called to a fellow who had stood by the bars, and tapped himself lightly on the chest, on the left. |
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Layers of guilt, falsity and hypocrisy fell from her, like a weighty, obsolescent armor, dried, useless scales shed when no longer needed.
"What is your lot number, little tasta, little vulo?" called another man.
"117, Master," Ellen responded.
"Yes," she admitted to herself, "I am a vain slave.
And I am exquisite, I think, and I am beautiful, I think.
Or perhaps so! And in any event I love being owned and I love being a slave!" But then she remembered men and their whips and was afraid, very afraid.
"117, Master!" she called to a fellow who had stood by the bars, and tapped himself lightly on the chest, on the left.
- (Prize of Gor)