Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 27 | 2242 | She View more quotes about thought">thought of herself groveling and kneeling, at the snap of a whip. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 27 | 2239 | "Collar slut," he whispered to her, softly, contemptuously, in her ear. |
| 27 | 2240 | Then Ellen realized with a sudden spasm that she was now no more than a slave, a helpless slave! What mattered her thoughts, her feelings, her recognition that he was not her master! No longer could she help herself. |
| 27 | 2241 | How far this female was from Earth! She thought her need must be soaking her thighs. |
| 27 | 2242 | She thought of herself groveling and kneeling, at the snap of a whip. |
| 27 | 2243 | How quickly she had learned to do that, how naturally! The grasslands are commonly dry, but this was in the spring, and storms sometimes erupt, and, when they do, it is often with a sudden rage, a blackening of the sky, a rising of wind, a rushing of clouds, a shattering of lightning, a beating, pounding, of fierce, torrential rains. |
| 27 | 2244 | And the wind was now rising. |
| 27 | 2245 | He continued to touch her. |
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"Collar slut," he whispered to her, softly, contemptuously, in her ear.
Then Ellen realized with a sudden spasm that she was now no more than a slave, a helpless slave! What mattered her thoughts, her feelings, her recognition that he was not her master! No longer could she help herself.
How far this female was from Earth! She thought her need must be soaking her thighs.
She thought of herself groveling and kneeling, at the snap of a whip.
How quickly she had learned to do that, how naturally! The grasslands are commonly dry, but this was in the spring, and storms sometimes erupt, and, when they do, it is often with a sudden rage, a blackening of the sky, a rising of wind, a rushing of clouds, a shattering of lightning, a beating, pounding, of fierce, torrential rains.
And the wind was now rising.
He continued to touch her.
- (Prize of Gor)