Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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She wanted to cry out that she loved him, with all the helpless, vulnerable love of a female slave, that she wanted to serve him, to love him, to live for him.
She wanted to cry out that she loved him, with all the helpless, vulnerable love of a female slave, that she wanted to serve him, to love him, to live for him.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #323)
Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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"Can it be that you fear yourself, Master?" she said.
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321
"As I understand it," he said, "you are now ready to beg".
15
322
"Can we not speak further, Master?" she begged.
15
323
She wanted to cry out that she loved him, with all the helpless, vulnerable love of a female slave, that she wanted to serve him, to love him, to live for him.
15
324
But of course she dared not do so.
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325
How he would then hate her, despise her, understand the lowly, groveling, needful thing she was! He had laughed at her.
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And how preposterous it was, indeed, that any man might love such as she, might love a mere, worthless, abject slave! She must not let him know that she was such.
"Can it be that you fear yourself, Master?" she said.
"As I understand it," he said, "you are now ready to beg".
"Can we not speak further, Master?" she begged.
She wanted to cry out that she loved him, with all the helpless, vulnerable love of a female slave, that she wanted to serve him, to love him, to live for him.
But of course she dared not do so.
How he would then hate her, despise her, understand the lowly, groveling, needful thing she was! He had laughed at her.
And how preposterous it was, indeed, that any man might love such as she, might love a mere, worthless, abject slave! She must not let him know that she was such.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 15)