Book 16. (1 results) Guardsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 20 | 1144 | She View more quotes about pressed">pressed her body to him and he, clasping her to him, with force and possessiveness, kissed her as his desired and owned slave. |
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Book 16. (7 results) Guardsman of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 20 | 1141 | With its strap he slung the small, lovely, curved, stringed instrument about her body, the strap over her right shoulder, the instrument behind her left hip. |
| 20 | 1142 | The delicacy of the instrument, with its suggestion of refinement, gentility and civilization, contrasted nicely with the barbarity of her luscious, enslaved nudity, the shreds of her tunic and her helpless, steel-clasped wrists. |
| 20 | 1143 | "I love you, Master!" she cried. |
| 20 | 1144 | She pressed her body to him and he, clasping her to him, with force and possessiveness, kissed her as his desired and owned slave. |
| 20 | 1145 | I had little doubt that when he arrived home he would play well upon her body, making it the instrument of his attentions. |
| 20 | 1146 | He would draw forth from her by his skills rhapsodies of movements, cries, moans, utterances and admissions, a music to the ears of both the conquering master and the delicious, yielding slave, she who finds, and can find, her most glorious victory only in her most complete and devastating defeat. |
| 20 | 1147 | "I love you, Master!" she was weeping. |
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With its strap he slung the small, lovely, curved, stringed instrument about her body, the strap over her right shoulder, the instrument behind her left hip.
The delicacy of the instrument, with its suggestion of refinement, gentility and civilization, contrasted nicely with the barbarity of her luscious, enslaved nudity, the shreds of her tunic and her helpless, steel-clasped wrists.
"I love you, Master!" she cried.
She pressed her body to him and he, clasping her to him, with force and possessiveness, kissed her as his desired and owned slave.
I had little doubt that when he arrived home he would play well upon her body, making it the instrument of his attentions.
He would draw forth from her by his skills rhapsodies of movements, cries, moans, utterances and admissions, a music to the ears of both the conquering master and the delicious, yielding slave, she who finds, and can find, her most glorious victory only in her most complete and devastating defeat.
"I love you, Master!" she was weeping.
- (Guardsman of Gor)