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

Oh, yes, it will be pleasant to own you, Earth slut, to impose upon you a leisurely, prolonged vengeance, to subject you to a slavery so thorough and abject that you will creep to your kennel at night, and weep there for the smallest of your former indiscretions. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #1479)
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26 1479 Oh, yes, it will be View more quotes about pleasant">pleasant to own you, Earth slut, to impose upon you a leisurely, prolonged vengeance, to subject you to a slavery so thorough and abject that you will creep to your kennel at night, and weep there for the smallest of your former indiscretions.

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

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26 1476 "We hate one another, do we not?" he asked, angrily.
26 1477 "Why did Master buy me then?" she asked.
26 1478 "Doubtless for the pleasure of owning and mastering you, for the pleasure of exacting from your hide compensations a thousandfold for frustrations you dealt me in Ar.
26 1479 Oh, yes, it will be pleasant to own you, Earth slut, to impose upon you a leisurely, prolonged vengeance, to subject you to a slavery so thorough and abject that you will creep to your kennel at night, and weep there for the smallest of your former indiscretions.
26 1480 Have no fear, slave girl! You will well know that you are owned!" "I do not know what my feelings are, Master," said Ellen.
26 1481 "I suppose I must hate you.
26 1482 I suppose I should hate you.
"We hate one another, do we not?" he asked, angrily. "Why did Master buy me then?" she asked. "Doubtless for the pleasure of owning and mastering you, for the pleasure of exacting from your hide compensations a thousandfold for frustrations you dealt me in Ar. Oh, yes, it will be pleasant to own you, Earth slut, to impose upon you a leisurely, prolonged vengeance, to subject you to a slavery so thorough and abject that you will creep to your kennel at night, and weep there for the smallest of your former indiscretions. Have no fear, slave girl! You will well know that you are owned!" "I do not know what my feelings are, Master," said Ellen. "I suppose I must hate you. I suppose I should hate you. - (Prize of Gor)