Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 30 | 533 | He View more quotes about must">must have sensed this, for he smiled. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 30 | 530 | She sensed that it was only with great difficulty that he resisted seizing her. |
| 30 | 531 | Surely in a moment she would be put to slave use. |
| 30 | 532 | But then, too, suddenly, it seemed, her entire body began to be suffused, more so than ever before, this startling her, almost frightening her, with an incandescence of surrender, of helpless heat, of overwhelming love, of total, unmitigated submission, of a woman's desperate, frenzied need to put herself lovingly, helplessly, at the mercy of a master. |
| 30 | 533 | He must have sensed this, for he smiled. |
| 30 | 534 | "Take pity on a slave," she begged. |
| 30 | 535 | How helpless was the slave so suddenly in the grip of her need! "So," said he, "in your pretty little belly, there burns slave fire?" She half scrambled up, half lying, half kneeling, looking up at him, her master, her wrists still held, regarding him, wildly. |
| 30 | 536 | "Yes, Master" she said. |
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She sensed that it was only with great difficulty that he resisted seizing her.
Surely in a moment she would be put to slave use.
But then, too, suddenly, it seemed, her entire body began to be suffused, more so than ever before, this startling her, almost frightening her, with an incandescence of surrender, of helpless heat, of overwhelming love, of total, unmitigated submission, of a woman's desperate, frenzied need to put herself lovingly, helplessly, at the mercy of a master.
He must have sensed this, for he smiled.
"Take pity on a slave," she begged.
How helpless was the slave so suddenly in the grip of her need! "So," said he, "in your pretty little belly, there burns slave fire?" She half scrambled up, half lying, half kneeling, looking up at him, her master, her wrists still held, regarding him, wildly.
"Yes, Master" she said.
- (Prize of Gor)