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Book 15. (1 results) Rogue of Gor (Individual Quote)

Once more were heard the love whimpers of the thonged female, who had been displeasing, begging to be released that she might lick the thighs of her master. - (Rogue of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #470)
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24 470 Once more were heard the love whimpers of the thonged female, who had been displeasing, begging to be released that she might lick the thighs of her master.

Book 15. (7 results) Rogue of Gor (Context Quote)

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24 467 She was naked and bound, mine! I was filled then with emotions so powerful, so primitive and exultant, so ancient, so overwhelming, so mighty and glorious, that I knew then I had caught the scent of the meaning of man, and of woman.
24 468 Could I again deny my blood? Could I again repudiate the heritage of my manhood? How could it be? The meat of the mammoth roasted then again upon the greenwood spit.
24 469 Once again, after an interim of ten thousand years, sparks were struck from blue flint, as heavy, hairy hands shaped the head of a spear.
24 470 Once more were heard the love whimpers of the thonged female, who had been displeasing, begging to be released that she might lick the thighs of her master.
24 471 I looked down at her.
24 472 I knew then that I had always wanted Beverly Henderson as my slave.
24 473 From the first instant I had seen her I had wanted her as my slave! "Master," she whimpered.
She was naked and bound, mine! I was filled then with emotions so powerful, so primitive and exultant, so ancient, so overwhelming, so mighty and glorious, that I knew then I had caught the scent of the meaning of man, and of woman. Could I again deny my blood? Could I again repudiate the heritage of my manhood? How could it be? The meat of the mammoth roasted then again upon the greenwood spit. Once again, after an interim of ten thousand years, sparks were struck from blue flint, as heavy, hairy hands shaped the head of a spear. Once more were heard the love whimpers of the thonged female, who had been displeasing, begging to be released that she might lick the thighs of her master. I looked down at her. I knew then that I had always wanted Beverly Henderson as my slave. From the first instant I had seen her I had wanted her as my slave! "Master," she whimpered. - (Rogue of Gor, Chapter 24)