Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 18 | 620 | Let it burn—fiercely! Suffer, thinking of me! I know that you desire me, and mightily, but know that I detest you, and that you cannot have me! You will never have me! I am not yours! I belong to another!" "You can probably not even dance nude," said Selius Arconious. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 18 | 617 | I have heard their calls. |
| 18 | 618 | I have felt their cruel pinches, darted away from their hands, and touches! And I know, too, that whatever I may be, and whatever may be my quality, or whatever price I might bring in a market, you, handsome master, desire me, and heatedly. |
| 18 | 619 | Good! And you may not have me! I am owned by another! Roll in your blankets and think of me! Moan in your sleep! Dream of what you cannot possess! Let your straw burn, handsome master. |
| 18 | 620 | Let it burn—fiercely! Suffer, thinking of me! I know that you desire me, and mightily, but know that I detest you, and that you cannot have me! You will never have me! I am not yours! I belong to another!" "You can probably not even dance nude," said Selius Arconious. |
| 18 | 621 | With a cry of anger, Ellen spun about and hurried to the office of Portus Canio. |
| 18 | 622 | There he put her on her knees, her head to the floor, and, from behind her, removed the object from her body. |
| 18 | 623 | He then, as the thought struck him, rather as an afterthought, seized her at the hips and briefly made use of her; he then, after a moment or two, freed her of the belly chain and bracelets and sent her to the kitchen, to prepare the men's supper. |
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I have heard their calls.
I have felt their cruel pinches, darted away from their hands, and touches! And I know, too, that whatever I may be, and whatever may be my quality, or whatever price I might bring in a market, you, handsome master, desire me, and heatedly.
Good! And you may not have me! I am owned by another! Roll in your blankets and think of me! Moan in your sleep! Dream of what you cannot possess! Let your straw burn, handsome master.
Let it burn—fiercely! Suffer, thinking of me! I know that you desire me, and mightily, but know that I detest you, and that you cannot have me! You will never have me! I am not yours! I belong to another!" "You can probably not even dance nude," said Selius Arconious.
With a cry of anger, Ellen spun about and hurried to the office of Portus Canio.
There he put her on her knees, her head to the floor, and, from behind her, removed the object from her body.
He then, as the thought struck him, rather as an afterthought, seized her at the hips and briefly made use of her; he then, after a moment or two, freed her of the belly chain and bracelets and sent her to the kitchen, to prepare the men's supper.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 18)