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Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)

"Did you anticipate that you would one day be a slave on another world, publicly and legally, stripped on a public shelf, chained, affording small ministrations to the back of a man's hand?" "No, Master," said Ellen, pressing her lips to the back of his hand, softly. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #1224)
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16 1224 "Did you anticipate that you would one day be a View more quotes about slave">slave on another world, publicly and legally, stripped on a public shelf, chained, affording small ministrations to the back of a man's hand?" "No, Master," said Ellen, pressing her lips to the back of his hand, softly.

Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
16 1221 "On the surface?" "Yes, Master".
16 1222 "There are perhaps secret slaveries?" "Yes, Master, I have little doubt that many women are held in bondage, though this is concealed from the world".
16 1223 "Were you free on your world?" "Yes, Master".
16 1224 "Did you anticipate that you would one day be a slave on another world, publicly and legally, stripped on a public shelf, chained, affording small ministrations to the back of a man's hand?" "No, Master," said Ellen, pressing her lips to the back of his hand, softly.
16 1225 "Let me lick the palm of your hand, Master," whispered Cotina.
16 1226 "No, let me!" begged Zara, quickly.
16 1227 "No, me!" cried Emris.
"On the surface?" "Yes, Master". "There are perhaps secret slaveries?" "Yes, Master, I have little doubt that many women are held in bondage, though this is concealed from the world". "Were you free on your world?" "Yes, Master". "Did you anticipate that you would one day be a slave on another world, publicly and legally, stripped on a public shelf, chained, affording small ministrations to the back of a man's hand?" "No, Master," said Ellen, pressing her lips to the back of his hand, softly. "Let me lick the palm of your hand, Master," whispered Cotina. "No, let me!" begged Zara, quickly. "No, me!" cried Emris. - (Prize of Gor)