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

"Many men will feel a fondness for a kaiila or a pet sleen, so why not for a slave? Let yourself strive with all your might, with all your intelligence, with all your zeal and diligence, with all your helplessness and vulnerability, with all your service and beauty, for the least touch, for a gentle word, a kind glance". - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 29, Sentence #310)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
29 310 "Many men will View more quotes about feel">feel a fondness for a kaiila or a pet sleen, so why not for a slave? Let yourself strive with all your might, with all your intelligence, with all your zeal and diligence, with all your helplessness and vulnerability, with all your service and beauty, for the least touch, for a gentle word, a kind glance".

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

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
29 307 "No," said he, angrily.
29 308 "Oh, no, no, Master!" wept Ellen.
29 309 "Strive to be worthy of being cared for," said Portus Canio.
29 310 "Many men will feel a fondness for a kaiila or a pet sleen, so why not for a slave? Let yourself strive with all your might, with all your intelligence, with all your zeal and diligence, with all your helplessness and vulnerability, with all your service and beauty, for the least touch, for a gentle word, a kind glance".
29 311 "Prepare to be whipped, slave girl," said Selius Arconious.
29 312 "Do not whip me, Master!" begged Ellen.
29 313 "Are you in a collar?" asked Selius Arconious.
"No," said he, angrily. "Oh, no, no, Master!" wept Ellen. "Strive to be worthy of being cared for," said Portus Canio. "Many men will feel a fondness for a kaiila or a pet sleen, so why not for a slave? Let yourself strive with all your might, with all your intelligence, with all your zeal and diligence, with all your helplessness and vulnerability, with all your service and beauty, for the least touch, for a gentle word, a kind glance". "Prepare to be whipped, slave girl," said Selius Arconious. "Do not whip me, Master!" begged Ellen. "Are you in a collar?" asked Selius Arconious. - (Prize of Gor)