Book 9. (1 results) Marauders of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 9 | 345 | "I freeze! View more quotes about hold">Hold me! Please hold me!" "Let that be a lesson in passion to you, to all of you, you worthless eaters of your master's bread, you meaningless, curvaceous cattle of your master's farms, you bondmaids," laughed Ottar. |
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Book 9. (7 results) Marauders of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 9 | 342 | "Mead!" called Ivar Forkbeard, returning to the table. |
| 9 | 343 | Pudding was first to reach him, with a horn of mead. |
| 9 | 344 | "Please come to my side, Ivar Forkbeard!" wept Hilda. |
| 9 | 345 | "I freeze! Hold me! Please hold me!" "Let that be a lesson in passion to you, to all of you, you worthless eaters of your master's bread, you meaningless, curvaceous cattle of your master's farms, you bondmaids," laughed Ottar. |
| 9 | 346 | There was much laughter, and most from the beautiful, nude slaves of the men of Torvaldsland, hot, collared, and eager in their brawny arms. |
| 9 | 347 | The Forkbeard, laughing, drained the horn. |
| 9 | 348 | "Mead!" he cried. |
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"Mead!" called Ivar Forkbeard, returning to the table.
Pudding was first to reach him, with a horn of mead.
"Please come to my side, Ivar Forkbeard!" wept Hilda.
"I freeze! Hold me! Please hold me!" "Let that be a lesson in passion to you, to all of you, you worthless eaters of your master's bread, you meaningless, curvaceous cattle of your master's farms, you bondmaids," laughed Ottar.
There was much laughter, and most from the beautiful, nude slaves of the men of Torvaldsland, hot, collared, and eager in their brawny arms.
The Forkbeard, laughing, drained the horn.
"Mead!" he cried.
- (Marauders of Gor)