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

"You look well on a leash," he said, fiercely, "on a rope leash, leashed like the bitch you are!" She was conscious in the swirl of a helmet before him, but the tharlarion, forced forward, struck into the man and he fell away, reeling backward. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #1625)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
27 1625 "You View more quotes about look">look well on a leash," he said, fiercely, "on a rope leash, leashed like the bitch you are!" She was conscious in the swirl of a helmet before him, but the tharlarion, forced forward, struck into the man and he fell away, reeling backward.

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

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27 1622 "The word suits you well, slut, and always did!" he laughed.
27 1623 She sobbed wildly.
27 1624 The world seemed to spin as the tharlarion turned and leaped.
27 1625 "You look well on a leash," he said, fiercely, "on a rope leash, leashed like the bitch you are!" She was conscious in the swirl of a helmet before him, but the tharlarion, forced forward, struck into the man and he fell away, reeling backward.
27 1626 She was dimly, half-consciously aware of a figure leaping on the fallen man, a knife flashing.
27 1627 "On, on!" he cried to the tharlarion.
27 1628 As the tharlarion reared again she was aware of Mirus cursing, and a weight, a body, was hanging onto the bridle, pulling the animal down, fiercely, yanking downward, twisting its neck.
"The word suits you well, slut, and always did!" he laughed. She sobbed wildly. The world seemed to spin as the tharlarion turned and leaped. "You look well on a leash," he said, fiercely, "on a rope leash, leashed like the bitch you are!" She was conscious in the swirl of a helmet before him, but the tharlarion, forced forward, struck into the man and he fell away, reeling backward. She was dimly, half-consciously aware of a figure leaping on the fallen man, a knife flashing. "On, on!" he cried to the tharlarion. As the tharlarion reared again she was aware of Mirus cursing, and a weight, a body, was hanging onto the bridle, pulling the animal down, fiercely, yanking downward, twisting its neck. - (Prize of Gor)