Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 15 | 566 | "Ellen, the slave, your slave, the slave of Mirus of Ar, begs her master, begs you, her master, Mirus of Ar, for mercy!" she wept. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 15 | 563 | "Not like this, not like this, Master! I beg you! Not like this, my Master!" "Who begs?" he asked. |
| 15 | 564 | "Ellen, Ellen, the slave, begs!" she wept. |
| 15 | 565 | "Whose are you?" "Yours, Master!" "Speak more clearly," he said. |
| 15 | 566 | "Ellen, the slave, your slave, the slave of Mirus of Ar, begs her master, begs you, her master, Mirus of Ar, for mercy!" she wept. |
| 15 | 567 | "You have a pretty ass, slave girl," he said. |
| 15 | 568 | "Please do not speak so, Master!" "You have been complimented," he said. |
| 15 | 569 | "Thank you, Master," she wept. |
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"Not like this, not like this, Master! I beg you! Not like this, my Master!" "Who begs?" he asked.
"Ellen, Ellen, the slave, begs!" she wept.
"Whose are you?" "Yours, Master!" "Speak more clearly," he said.
"Ellen, the slave, your slave, the slave of Mirus of Ar, begs her master, begs you, her master, Mirus of Ar, for mercy!" she wept.
"You have a pretty ass, slave girl," he said.
"Please do not speak so, Master!" "You have been complimented," he said.
"Thank you, Master," she wept.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 15)