Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 18 | 512 | "Are your thighs hot?" she View more quotes about heard">heard the voice ask. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 18 | 509 | Why is it then that I writhe in the straw at the thought of him? Why is it then that I dream of his whip upon me, lashing me, claiming me, marking me as his? "Hold, slave girl," said a voice behind her, a man's voice. |
| 18 | 510 | "Do not turn about". |
| 18 | 511 | Ellen, frightened, stood still. |
| 18 | 512 | "Are your thighs hot?" she heard the voice ask. |
| 18 | 513 | "Master?" she asked, frightened. |
| 18 | 514 | "Are your thighs hot?" he asked. |
| 18 | 515 | "—I am a slave girl, Master," she whispered. |
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Why is it then that I writhe in the straw at the thought of him? Why is it then that I dream of his whip upon me, lashing me, claiming me, marking me as his? "Hold, slave girl," said a voice behind her, a man's voice.
"Do not turn about".
Ellen, frightened, stood still.
"Are your thighs hot?" she heard the voice ask.
"Master?" she asked, frightened.
"Are your thighs hot?" he asked.
"—I am a slave girl, Master," she whispered.
- (Prize of Gor)