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

How quickly she had learned to do that, how naturally! The grasslands are commonly dry, but this was in the spring, and storms sometimes erupt, and, when they do, it is often with a sudden rage, a blackening of the sky, a rising of wind, a rushing of clouds, a shattering of lightning, a beating, pounding, of fierce, torrential rains. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #2243)
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27 2243 How View more quotes about quickly">quickly she had learned to do that, how naturally! The grasslands are commonly dry, but this was in the spring, and storms sometimes erupt, and, when they do, it is often with a sudden rage, a blackening of the sky, a rising of wind, a rushing of clouds, a shattering of lightning, a beating, pounding, of fierce, torrential rains.

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

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27 2240 Then Ellen realized with a sudden spasm that she was now no more than a slave, a helpless slave! What mattered her thoughts, her feelings, her recognition that he was not her master! No longer could she help herself.
27 2241 How far this female was from Earth! She thought her need must be soaking her thighs.
27 2242 She thought of herself groveling and kneeling, at the snap of a whip.
27 2243 How quickly she had learned to do that, how naturally! The grasslands are commonly dry, but this was in the spring, and storms sometimes erupt, and, when they do, it is often with a sudden rage, a blackening of the sky, a rising of wind, a rushing of clouds, a shattering of lightning, a beating, pounding, of fierce, torrential rains.
27 2244 And the wind was now rising.
27 2245 He continued to touch her.
27 2246 The slave began to writhe against the wheel.
Then Ellen realized with a sudden spasm that she was now no more than a slave, a helpless slave! What mattered her thoughts, her feelings, her recognition that he was not her master! No longer could she help herself. How far this female was from Earth! She thought her need must be soaking her thighs. She thought of herself groveling and kneeling, at the snap of a whip. How quickly she had learned to do that, how naturally! The grasslands are commonly dry, but this was in the spring, and storms sometimes erupt, and, when they do, it is often with a sudden rage, a blackening of the sky, a rising of wind, a rushing of clouds, a shattering of lightning, a beating, pounding, of fierce, torrential rains. And the wind was now rising. He continued to touch her. The slave began to writhe against the wheel. - (Prize of Gor)