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Book 18. (7 results) Blood Brothers of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
50 114 "Please, Master, do not let them give me to the women!" Her tears flowed copiously, staining the rock and his moccasins.
50 115 Her body trembled.
50 116 Her small wrists moved helplessly behind her, confined in their tight thongs.
50 117 Her lips pressed again and again to his moccasins, covering them with pleading, desperate kisses.
50 118 "I beg you, Master!" she wept.
50 119 "Please, please accept me as a slave!" He crouched down, and turned her to her side, that she might look up at him.
50 120 "You said you would rather die than be my slave," he said.
"Please, Master, do not let them give me to the women!" Her tears flowed copiously, staining the rock and his moccasins. Her body trembled. Her small wrists moved helplessly behind her, confined in their tight thongs. Her lips pressed again and again to his moccasins, covering them with pleading, desperate kisses. "I beg you, Master!" she wept. "Please, please accept me as a slave!" He crouched down, and turned her to her side, that she might look up at him. "You said you would rather die than be my slave," he said. - (Blood Brothers of Gor, Chapter )