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

The storm, meanwhile, was somewhat abating, and though a steady rain fell, there was a lessening of, and then a desistance of, the earlier atmospheric chaos of thunder, wind, and electricity. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #2381)
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27 2381 The storm, meanwhile, was View more quotes about somewhat">somewhat abating, and though a steady rain fell, there was a lessening of, and then a desistance of, the earlier atmospheric chaos of thunder, wind, and electricity.

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

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27 2378 "Use it once, and it is gone," said the officer.
27 2379 "Next!" "Kneel, open your mouth," said the next soldier.
27 2380 "Yes, Master," said Ellen, struggling to her knees in the mud.
27 2381 The storm, meanwhile, was somewhat abating, and though a steady rain fell, there was a lessening of, and then a desistance of, the earlier atmospheric chaos of thunder, wind, and electricity.
27 2382 "Next," called the officer, and then, again, "Next!" If ever, Ellen would have wished to resist, but her body betrayed her, with its secretions and spasms, and then, moments later, despite herself, every last pathetic psychological possibility of defense was gone; every last brittle barrier of reserve and dignity was shattered; and the last thin veil-like wall was rent, and taken from her, with the ease with which a slave strip might be torn from the body of an auctioned girl, and the entire needful psychosexual fabric of her femininity, yielded, was revealed to masters.
27 2383 She cried out, a ravished slave.
27 2384 "Squirm," said a man.
"Use it once, and it is gone," said the officer. "Next!" "Kneel, open your mouth," said the next soldier. "Yes, Master," said Ellen, struggling to her knees in the mud. The storm, meanwhile, was somewhat abating, and though a steady rain fell, there was a lessening of, and then a desistance of, the earlier atmospheric chaos of thunder, wind, and electricity. "Next," called the officer, and then, again, "Next!" If ever, Ellen would have wished to resist, but her body betrayed her, with its secretions and spasms, and then, moments later, despite herself, every last pathetic psychological possibility of defense was gone; every last brittle barrier of reserve and dignity was shattered; and the last thin veil-like wall was rent, and taken from her, with the ease with which a slave strip might be torn from the body of an auctioned girl, and the entire needful psychosexual fabric of her femininity, yielded, was revealed to masters. She cried out, a ravished slave. "Squirm," said a man. - (Prize of Gor)