Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 27 | 2395 | "To your back, View more quotes about slave">slave!" "Yes, Master!" The last to use her, when he had regained his feet, kicked her with the side of his bootlike sandal, more a gesture of contempt than anything else. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 27 | 2392 | How weak we are, how small we are! Nature has decreed who is master! "Next," said the officer. |
| 27 | 2393 | "On your belly, split your legs". |
| 27 | 2394 | "Yes, Master!" "Next". |
| 27 | 2395 | "To your back, slave!" "Yes, Master!" The last to use her, when he had regained his feet, kicked her with the side of his bootlike sandal, more a gesture of contempt than anything else. |
| 27 | 2396 | "Slut of Ar," he said. |
| 27 | 2397 | "Yes, Master," she said. |
| 27 | 2398 | "Thank you, Master". |
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How weak we are, how small we are! Nature has decreed who is master! "Next," said the officer.
"On your belly, split your legs".
"Yes, Master!" "Next".
"To your back, slave!" "Yes, Master!" The last to use her, when he had regained his feet, kicked her with the side of his bootlike sandal, more a gesture of contempt than anything else.
"Slut of Ar," he said.
"Yes, Master," she said.
"Thank you, Master".
- (Prize of Gor)