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

"I confess my needs! I am no longer permitted to deny them!" He continued to hold her wrists, keeping her from him. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 30, Sentence #538)
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30 538 "I confess my View more quotes about needs">needs! I am no longer permitted to deny them!" He continued to hold her wrists, keeping her from him.

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

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30 535 How helpless was the slave so suddenly in the grip of her need! "So," said he, "in your pretty little belly, there burns slave fire?" She half scrambled up, half lying, half kneeling, looking up at him, her master, her wrists still held, regarding him, wildly.
30 536 "Yes, Master" she said.
30 537 "In my belly there burns slave fire!" "In the belly of an Earth woman?" "In the belly of one once a woman of Earth, but now only a branded, collared Gorean slave!" "I see," he said.
30 538 "I confess my needs! I am no longer permitted to deny them!" He continued to hold her wrists, keeping her from him.
30 539 "I am yours, Master," she cried.
30 540 She tried to touch his face with her hands but his grip would let her come only so close, a finger's breadth away.
30 541 "I must touch you," she begged.
How helpless was the slave so suddenly in the grip of her need! "So," said he, "in your pretty little belly, there burns slave fire?" She half scrambled up, half lying, half kneeling, looking up at him, her master, her wrists still held, regarding him, wildly. "Yes, Master" she said. "In my belly there burns slave fire!" "In the belly of an Earth woman?" "In the belly of one once a woman of Earth, but now only a branded, collared Gorean slave!" "I see," he said. "I confess my needs! I am no longer permitted to deny them!" He continued to hold her wrists, keeping her from him. "I am yours, Master," she cried. She tried to touch his face with her hands but his grip would let her come only so close, a finger's breadth away. "I must touch you," she begged. - (Prize of Gor)