Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 28 | 306 | "I love you, Clitus Vitellius!" I cried, tears in my eyes. |
| 28 | 307 | "You were not given permission to speak!" cried the auctioneer. |
| 28 | 308 | He lifted his whip to strike me. |
| 28 | 309 | But the point of the spear of Clitus Vitellius lay at his throat. |
| 28 | 310 | "Do not strike her," said Clitus Vitellius. |
| 28 | 311 | "Yes, Master," said the auctioneer, white-faced, lowering his arm, frightened, backing away. |
| 28 | 312 | Clitus Vitellius turned again to face the crowd of Ar. |
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"I love you, Clitus Vitellius!" I cried, tears in my eyes.
"You were not given permission to speak!" cried the auctioneer.
He lifted his whip to strike me.
But the point of the spear of Clitus Vitellius lay at his throat.
"Do not strike her," said Clitus Vitellius.
"Yes, Master," said the auctioneer, white-faced, lowering his arm, frightened, backing away.
Clitus Vitellius turned again to face the crowd of Ar.
- (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter )