Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 30 | 342 | He grinned View more quotes about down">down upon her. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 30 | 339 | And he threw her to his feet and, crouching beside her, she first, startled, on all fours, and then thrust to her belly, tore away her tunic, shred by silken shred, flinging these narrow, delicate, yellow, rent scraps behind him, they fluttering away to alight, scattered, like startled flowers, on the narrow boards of the dark, hardwood floor. |
| 30 | 340 | Then it was gone! He turned her violently to her back then, and knelt across her body, pinning her wrists to the floor, at the sides of her head, with his large hands. |
| 30 | 341 | She squirmed a little, and looked up at him. |
| 30 | 342 | He grinned down upon her. |
| 30 | 343 | The irresistible, overwhelming, powerful, handsome beast, the virile, desiring, lustful, arrogant monster! How obviously he was regarding his property with inordinate pleasure! Muchly then was she aware of the collar on her neck, and that she was owned, and that she was in the grasp of her master, helplessly and deliciously in the grasp of her master. |
| 30 | 344 | "I love you, Master," she said. |
| 30 | 345 | "Are you so presumptuous, so arrogant, that you dare to speak such words to your master?" Slaves are often helplessly, hopelessly, in love with their masters, often pathetically so. |
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And he threw her to his feet and, crouching beside her, she first, startled, on all fours, and then thrust to her belly, tore away her tunic, shred by silken shred, flinging these narrow, delicate, yellow, rent scraps behind him, they fluttering away to alight, scattered, like startled flowers, on the narrow boards of the dark, hardwood floor.
Then it was gone! He turned her violently to her back then, and knelt across her body, pinning her wrists to the floor, at the sides of her head, with his large hands.
She squirmed a little, and looked up at him.
He grinned down upon her.
The irresistible, overwhelming, powerful, handsome beast, the virile, desiring, lustful, arrogant monster! How obviously he was regarding his property with inordinate pleasure! Muchly then was she aware of the collar on her neck, and that she was owned, and that she was in the grasp of her master, helplessly and deliciously in the grasp of her master.
"I love you, Master," she said.
"Are you so presumptuous, so arrogant, that you dare to speak such words to your master?" Slaves are often helplessly, hopelessly, in love with their masters, often pathetically so.
- (Prize of Gor)