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Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)

What if a man takes me in his arms, holds me helplessly and chooses to rape my lips with the kiss of the master, she thought. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #430)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
22 430 What if a man takes me in his arms, holds me helplessly and chooses to rape my lips with the kiss of the master, she thought.

Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
22 427 If only I had a bit of cloth, she thought, that I might wipe my lips, but then she hastily discarded that wish, for the cloth might have been stained.
22 428 She thought to wipe her lips with her hair, but that, too might be stained.
22 429 She wiped her lips with the back of her right forearm.
22 430 What if a man takes me in his arms, holds me helplessly and chooses to rape my lips with the kiss of the master, she thought.
22 431 What if he should taste the wine! To be sure, she had not been forbidden to taste the wine.
22 432 But she knew enough of Gorean custom to suppose that such a liberty taken without permission, in the case of a slave, if not explicitly permitted, might be an occasion for grievous discipline.
22 433 Again, first looking about, she wiped her lips, desperately, frightened.
If only I had a bit of cloth, she thought, that I might wipe my lips, but then she hastily discarded that wish, for the cloth might have been stained. She thought to wipe her lips with her hair, but that, too might be stained. She wiped her lips with the back of her right forearm. What if a man takes me in his arms, holds me helplessly and chooses to rape my lips with the kiss of the master, she thought. What if he should taste the wine! To be sure, she had not been forbidden to taste the wine. But she knew enough of Gorean custom to suppose that such a liberty taken without permission, in the case of a slave, if not explicitly permitted, might be an occasion for grievous discipline. Again, first looking about, she wiped her lips, desperately, frightened. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 22)