Book 10. (1 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 5 | 110 | "I would not mind owning you". |
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Book 10. (7 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 5 | 107 | She staggered backward, View more quotes about frightened">frightened, stumbling, until she was backed against the backward-leaning trunk of a flahdah tree. |
| 5 | 108 | She looked up at him. |
| 5 | 109 | "You're a pretty little slave girl," he said. |
| 5 | 110 | "I would not mind owning you". |
| 5 | 111 | She turned her head away. |
| 5 | 112 | "Oh!" she cried. |
| 5 | 113 | His hand was on her body, and she, writhing, weeping, with her heels, pushing herself, back scraping on the bark, climbed almost a foot up the slanting trunk, before he, taking her in his arms, through her veil, kissed her, fiercely, again and again, with the rape-kisses of a master, impressed on the vulnerable lips of a female slave; when he drew back there was a stain of blood on the silk; she regarded him, startled, in consternation, held back against the tree; I saw the record of her wild, startled breath in the light, bloodied silk; he then took her hair, on the left and right, and swiftly, laughing, knotted it behind her, about the trunk of the tree. |
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She staggered backward, frightened, stumbling, until she was backed against the backward-leaning trunk of a flahdah tree.
She looked up at him.
"You're a pretty little slave girl," he said.
"I would not mind owning you".
She turned her head away.
"Oh!" she cried.
His hand was on her body, and she, writhing, weeping, with her heels, pushing herself, back scraping on the bark, climbed almost a foot up the slanting trunk, before he, taking her in his arms, through her veil, kissed her, fiercely, again and again, with the rape-kisses of a master, impressed on the vulnerable lips of a female slave; when he drew back there was a stain of blood on the silk; she regarded him, startled, in consternation, held back against the tree; I saw the record of her wild, startled breath in the light, bloodied silk; he then took her hair, on the left and right, and swiftly, laughing, knotted it behind her, about the trunk of the tree.
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