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

He desired her with such passion, with such lust, with such wanting, that she would be kept exactly as he wanted her, as his complete slave, until, of course, he might tire of her, and then she could be sold to another. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #1439)
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26 1439 He View more quotes about desired">desired her with such passion, with such lust, with such wanting, that she would be kept exactly as he wanted her, as his complete slave, until, of course, he might tire of her, and then she could be sold to another.

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

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
26 1436 This frightened her, but thrilled her, as well.
26 1437 Few women on Earth, she suspected, other than slaves, had any inkling as to what it was to be so wanted, to be the object of such fierce desire, that of a master for a slave.
26 1438 He found her, she suspected, "slave desirable".
26 1439 He desired her with such passion, with such lust, with such wanting, that she would be kept exactly as he wanted her, as his complete slave, until, of course, he might tire of her, and then she could be sold to another.
26 1440 She was his.
26 1441 He sat near her, before her, cross-legged, and reached his hands to her hair, and, by means of her hair, as she knelt, back-braceleted, drew her head downward a few inches, toward himself.
26 1442 Her head down, she lifted her eyes, looking into his eyes, questioningly.
This frightened her, but thrilled her, as well. Few women on Earth, she suspected, other than slaves, had any inkling as to what it was to be so wanted, to be the object of such fierce desire, that of a master for a slave. He found her, she suspected, "slave desirable". He desired her with such passion, with such lust, with such wanting, that she would be kept exactly as he wanted her, as his complete slave, until, of course, he might tire of her, and then she could be sold to another. She was his. He sat near her, before her, cross-legged, and reached his hands to her hair, and, by means of her hair, as she knelt, back-braceleted, drew her head downward a few inches, toward himself. Her head down, she lifted her eyes, looking into his eyes, questioningly. - (Prize of Gor)