Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 29 | 262 | "That is our place! That is our place in View more quotes about nature">nature! We long to be in our place in nature! We belong at your feet! We beg our collars! We lift and kiss our chains in gratitude! We ask only to kneel, to be used, and to serve!" "But do not speak of caring!" cried Selius Arconious. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 29 | 259 | "Master!" protested Ellen. |
| 29 | 260 | "One lusts for slaves, one wants them, madly," said he. |
| 29 | 261 | "One chains and collars them, one uses them, one puts them as one wishes, in whatever postures or attitudes, one ropes and thongs them, one leads them about on leashes, one forces them to serve, fearfully, abjectly, licking and kissing, kneeling, crawling, begging to please! Such inspire in men the mightiest of conquering passions! There is no triumph which compares with the ownership of a woman! With a slave at one's feet, one's head brushes the stars!" "It is so, too, for a woman, Master!" wept Ellen. |
| 29 | 262 | "That is our place! That is our place in nature! We long to be in our place in nature! We belong at your feet! We beg our collars! We lift and kiss our chains in gratitude! We ask only to kneel, to be used, and to serve!" "But do not speak of caring!" cried Selius Arconious. |
| 29 | 263 | "I speak of it, Master!" cried Ellen. |
| 29 | 264 | "No!" he cried, angrily. |
| 29 | 265 | "I think you care for me, Master!" wept Ellen. |
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"Master!" protested Ellen.
"One lusts for slaves, one wants them, madly," said he.
"One chains and collars them, one uses them, one puts them as one wishes, in whatever postures or attitudes, one ropes and thongs them, one leads them about on leashes, one forces them to serve, fearfully, abjectly, licking and kissing, kneeling, crawling, begging to please! Such inspire in men the mightiest of conquering passions! There is no triumph which compares with the ownership of a woman! With a slave at one's feet, one's head brushes the stars!" "It is so, too, for a woman, Master!" wept Ellen.
"That is our place! That is our place in nature! We long to be in our place in nature! We belong at your feet! We beg our collars! We lift and kiss our chains in gratitude! We ask only to kneel, to be used, and to serve!" "But do not speak of caring!" cried Selius Arconious.
"I speak of it, Master!" cried Ellen.
"No!" he cried, angrily.
"I think you care for me, Master!" wept Ellen.
- (Prize of Gor)