Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 25 | 1134 | "Do not View more quotes about sell">sell me to him, not to him! To anyone but him! Not to him, please, Master!" The auctioneer thrust her back. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 25 | 1131 | It is nice to think that within those cumbersome, ponderous robes a naked slave is waiting. |
| 25 | 1132 | How wonderful it is to be tunicked and safely, securely collared, to be able to move freely about, to walk and run, to be open to the sun, to feel the air and wind on one's body, to see and feel the glory of this world, to revel in its vitalities and sensations, and, too, to know that one is excruciatingly desirable, to say nothing of knowing oneself owned, and taken in the arms of one's master. |
| 25 | 1133 | So let us all, slaves, whatever might be our origins, strive to please our masters! "No, Master, no, Master!" cried Ellen, and turned about, on her knees, clasping the knees of the auctioneer in piteous supplication, looking up at him, her eyes bursting with tears. |
| 25 | 1134 | "Do not sell me to him, not to him! To anyone but him! Not to him, please, Master!" The auctioneer thrust her back. |
| 25 | 1135 | "I hate him!" she cried. |
| 25 | 1136 | "I hate him!" "And he you?" inquired the auctioneer. |
| 25 | 1137 | "Yes!" she cried. |
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It is nice to think that within those cumbersome, ponderous robes a naked slave is waiting.
How wonderful it is to be tunicked and safely, securely collared, to be able to move freely about, to walk and run, to be open to the sun, to feel the air and wind on one's body, to see and feel the glory of this world, to revel in its vitalities and sensations, and, too, to know that one is excruciatingly desirable, to say nothing of knowing oneself owned, and taken in the arms of one's master.
So let us all, slaves, whatever might be our origins, strive to please our masters! "No, Master, no, Master!" cried Ellen, and turned about, on her knees, clasping the knees of the auctioneer in piteous supplication, looking up at him, her eyes bursting with tears.
"Do not sell me to him, not to him! To anyone but him! Not to him, please, Master!" The auctioneer thrust her back.
"I hate him!" she cried.
"I hate him!" "And he you?" inquired the auctioneer.
"Yes!" she cried.
- (Prize of Gor)