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

"Your slave, your slave!" Then with a great laugh he swept her up into his arms and carried her lightly, helplessly, to the bedroom. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 30, Sentence #571)
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30 571 "Your View more quotes about slave">slave, your slave!" Then with a great laugh he swept her up into his arms and carried her lightly, helplessly, to the bedroom.

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

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30 568 "My love for you is a bond a thousand times stronger than a chain on my neck, than a shackle on my ankle!" she cried.
30 569 "But I want the chain! I beg the chain! I crave the shackle!" "What a slave you are!" he laughed.
30 570 "Yes, yes, slave, slave!" she gasped.
30 571 "Your slave, your slave!" Then with a great laugh he swept her up into his arms and carried her lightly, helplessly, to the bedroom.
30 572 The slave, so carried, clung to him, kissing at him, wildly, piteously.
30 573 Then, in a moment, she was thrown on the couch, a chain on her neck, a shackle on her ankle! "Surely not on the surface of the couch, Master!" she cried.
30 574 "Be silent!" he cried, and, mad with passion, cuffed her, striking her head to the side but she turned back, instantly, her mouth bleeding, kissing at his body, leaving small, bright prints of blood upon it.
"My love for you is a bond a thousand times stronger than a chain on my neck, than a shackle on my ankle!" she cried. "But I want the chain! I beg the chain! I crave the shackle!" "What a slave you are!" he laughed. "Yes, yes, slave, slave!" she gasped. "Your slave, your slave!" Then with a great laugh he swept her up into his arms and carried her lightly, helplessly, to the bedroom. The slave, so carried, clung to him, kissing at him, wildly, piteously. Then, in a moment, she was thrown on the couch, a chain on her neck, a shackle on her ankle! "Surely not on the surface of the couch, Master!" she cried. "Be silent!" he cried, and, mad with passion, cuffed her, striking her head to the side but she turned back, instantly, her mouth bleeding, kissing at his body, leaving small, bright prints of blood upon it. - (Prize of Gor)