Book 16. (1 results) Guardsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
21
702
The female slave is quite lovely in one's arms, head back, hair wild, squirming, pleading for mercy and wanting none, hot, sweating, vital, responsive, helpless in her collar, or chains, moaning, gasping, her body moving uncontrollably, in your grasp, owned, yours, locked in the merciless throes of the most profound succession of orgasms a human female can experience, those of the mastered, ravished slave.
The female slave is quite lovely in one's arms, head back, hair wild, squirming, pleading for mercy and wanting none, hot, sweating, vital, responsive, helpless in her collar, or chains, moaning, gasping, her body moving uncontrollably, in your grasp, owned, yours, locked in the merciless throes of the most profound succession of orgasms a human female can experience, those of the mastered, ravished slave.
- (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 21, Sentence #702)
Book 16. (7 results) Guardsman of Gor (Context Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
21
699
"No," I said.
21
700
Masters are commonly indulgent of the uncontrollable spasms of their female slaves.
21
701
One wishes to do nothing to in any way qualify, modify, or inhibit their services, and passion.
21
702
The female slave is quite lovely in one's arms, head back, hair wild, squirming, pleading for mercy and wanting none, hot, sweating, vital, responsive, helpless in her collar, or chains, moaning, gasping, her body moving uncontrollably, in your grasp, owned, yours, locked in the merciless throes of the most profound succession of orgasms a human female can experience, those of the mastered, ravished slave.
21
703
"Thank you, Master," she said.
21
704
I then held her by the upper arms.
21
705
She was so beautiful! "Doubtless I must soon be released from the slave ring," she said, "that I may attend to my work".
"No," I said.
Masters are commonly indulgent of the uncontrollable spasms of their female slaves.
One wishes to do nothing to in any way qualify, modify, or inhibit their services, and passion.
The female slave is quite lovely in one's arms, head back, hair wild, squirming, pleading for mercy and wanting none, hot, sweating, vital, responsive, helpless in her collar, or chains, moaning, gasping, her body moving uncontrollably, in your grasp, owned, yours, locked in the merciless throes of the most profound succession of orgasms a human female can experience, those of the mastered, ravished slave.
"Thank you, Master," she said.
I then held her by the upper arms.
She was so beautiful! "Doubtless I must soon be released from the slave ring," she said, "that I may attend to my work".
- (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 21)