Book 6. (1 results) Raiders of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 5 | 112 | She View more quotes about pressed">pressed a coil of marsh vine against my left arm. |
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Book 6. (7 results) Raiders of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 5 | 109 | "Perhaps," she whispered, "you are my slave". |
| 5 | 110 | "Am I your slave?" I asked. |
| 5 | 111 | "Perhaps you are mine," whispered the tall, blond girl, gray-eyed, in my ear. |
| 5 | 112 | She pressed a coil of marsh vine against my left arm. |
| 5 | 113 | "Whose slave am I?" I cried. |
| 5 | 114 | The girls gathered about, each one to touch me, to caress me as might a mistress, to whisper in my ear that it might be she to whom I belonged, she whom I must now serve as slave. |
| 5 | 115 | "Whose slave am I?" I cried, in agony. |
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"Perhaps," she whispered, "you are my slave".
"Am I your slave?" I asked.
"Perhaps you are mine," whispered the tall, blond girl, gray-eyed, in my ear.
She pressed a coil of marsh vine against my left arm.
"Whose slave am I?" I cried.
The girls gathered about, each one to touch me, to caress me as might a mistress, to whisper in my ear that it might be she to whom I belonged, she whom I must now serve as slave.
"Whose slave am I?" I cried, in agony.
- (Raiders of Gor)