Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 15 | 327 | And yet she View more quotes about must">must beg! Or would she beg? Not the laundry again, not for days, or weeks, or months, or years, or life, not that, she wept to herself. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 15 | 324 | But of course she dared not do so. |
| 15 | 325 | How he would then hate her, despise her, understand the lowly, groveling, needful thing she was! He had laughed at her. |
| 15 | 326 | And how preposterous it was, indeed, that any man might love such as she, might love a mere, worthless, abject slave! She must not let him know that she was such. |
| 15 | 327 | And yet she must beg! Or would she beg? Not the laundry again, not for days, or weeks, or months, or years, or life, not that, she wept to herself. |
| 15 | 328 | What does he want of me, she asked herself. |
| 15 | 329 | I want to give him whatever he wants. |
| 15 | 330 | I am his slave! He is my master! "Are you ready to beg?" he asked. |
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But of course she dared not do so.
How he would then hate her, despise her, understand the lowly, groveling, needful thing she was! He had laughed at her.
And how preposterous it was, indeed, that any man might love such as she, might love a mere, worthless, abject slave! She must not let him know that she was such.
And yet she must beg! Or would she beg? Not the laundry again, not for days, or weeks, or months, or years, or life, not that, she wept to herself.
What does he want of me, she asked herself.
I want to give him whatever he wants.
I am his slave! He is my master! "Are you ready to beg?" he asked.
- (Prize of Gor)