Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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Quote
18
666
He was in the employ of Portus Canio, her master, and, given her duties, there was no way she could avoid doing his laundry.
He was in the employ of Portus Canio, her master, and, given her duties, there was no way she could avoid doing his laundry.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #666)
Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
Chapter #
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Quote
18
663
And then she thought once, I may be a barbarian, but, in the end, that, too, is all I really am, only another Gorean slave girl! Too, Ellen knew no one at the pools.
18
664
Many of the other girls seemed to have their friends, and know one another, and perhaps, being freer than Ellen, even arranged to meet their friends at the pools, seizing such pleasant opportunities to chat, gossip, socialize, and such.
18
665
Ellen angrily took from the heap of clothing to her right a tunic of Selius Arconious.
18
666
He was in the employ of Portus Canio, her master, and, given her duties, there was no way she could avoid doing his laundry.
18
667
She lifted it to her face, and slowly, deeply, drew in its scent, her eyes closed, and pressed her lips submissively to the cloth.
18
668
She heard a bright laugh from beside her, and she quickly thrust the cloth down.
18
669
"That must be the tunic of your master!" laughed a girl next to her.
And then she thought once, I may be a barbarian, but, in the end, that, too, is all I really am, only another Gorean slave girl! Too, Ellen knew no one at the pools.
Many of the other girls seemed to have their friends, and know one another, and perhaps, being freer than Ellen, even arranged to meet their friends at the pools, seizing such pleasant opportunities to chat, gossip, socialize, and such.
Ellen angrily took from the heap of clothing to her right a tunic of Selius Arconious.
He was in the employ of Portus Canio, her master, and, given her duties, there was no way she could avoid doing his laundry.
She lifted it to her face, and slowly, deeply, drew in its scent, her eyes closed, and pressed her lips submissively to the cloth.
She heard a bright laugh from beside her, and she quickly thrust the cloth down.
"That must be the tunic of your master!" laughed a girl next to her.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 18)