Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 26 | 392 | "Oh!" she exclaimed, as her View more quotes about wrists">wrists were pulled up behind her, and she squirmed unwillingly as a slave before him. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 26 | 389 | "Master?" she asked. |
| 26 | 390 | A small noise warned her to silence. |
| 26 | 391 | She was drawn, whimpering, to a kneeling position. |
| 26 | 392 | "Oh!" she exclaimed, as her wrists were pulled up behind her, and she squirmed unwillingly as a slave before him. |
| 26 | 393 | But he then, with this bit of slack, merely untied the leash from her bound wrists and, at last, the creasing, agitating pressure was gone. |
| 26 | 394 | "Thank you, Master. |
| 26 | 395 | Thank you, Master," she murmured, then to that extent again her own woman, as much as any slave can be her own woman. |
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"Master?" she asked.
A small noise warned her to silence.
She was drawn, whimpering, to a kneeling position.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, as her wrists were pulled up behind her, and she squirmed unwillingly as a slave before him.
But he then, with this bit of slack, merely untied the leash from her bound wrists and, at last, the creasing, agitating pressure was gone.
"Thank you, Master.
Thank you, Master," she murmured, then to that extent again her own woman, as much as any slave can be her own woman.
- (Prize of Gor)