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

The slave lay, sleepless, needful, uncaressed, at the thigh of her master. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 28, Sentence #103)
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28 103 The View more quotes about slave">slave lay, sleepless, needful, uncaressed, at the thigh of her master.

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

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28 100 Such beasts, burrowing, six-legged, sinuous, carnivorous, unless on a scent, tend to be territorial.
28 101 Perhaps as early as the morning following our departure from our earlier camp, that which had been the scene of such conflict and carnage, we had traversed, and left behind, their usual hunting range.
28 102 The prairie sleen is, incidentally, I have been told, much smaller than the forest sleen, which can upon occasion reach lengths of eighteen feet and weights of several hundred pounds.
28 103 The slave lay, sleepless, needful, uncaressed, at the thigh of her master.
28 104 The grasslands were muchly quiet.
28 105 The slave, in her duties, could scarcely have avoided hearing the casual conversations of masters.
28 106 Soon, she gathered, Mirus and his fellow, now muchly recovered, though still unable to walk, would leave the group and make their way toward Brundisium, Mirus dragging an improvised travois, constructed of rope, a pair of poles and a tarpaulin.
Such beasts, burrowing, six-legged, sinuous, carnivorous, unless on a scent, tend to be territorial. Perhaps as early as the morning following our departure from our earlier camp, that which had been the scene of such conflict and carnage, we had traversed, and left behind, their usual hunting range. The prairie sleen is, incidentally, I have been told, much smaller than the forest sleen, which can upon occasion reach lengths of eighteen feet and weights of several hundred pounds. The slave lay, sleepless, needful, uncaressed, at the thigh of her master. The grasslands were muchly quiet. The slave, in her duties, could scarcely have avoided hearing the casual conversations of masters. Soon, she gathered, Mirus and his fellow, now muchly recovered, though still unable to walk, would leave the group and make their way toward Brundisium, Mirus dragging an improvised travois, constructed of rope, a pair of poles and a tarpaulin. - (Prize of Gor)