Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 22 | 656 | In a moment his hand must have been removed from her lips, for Ellen heard, "Thank you, thank you, beloved Master! I love you, Master! I love you, Master!" Kind master, beloved master, thought Ellen. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 22 | 653 | Would that I were in her bonds, thought Ellen. |
| 22 | 654 | I, too, would weep with passion, and beg to yield, and if my master, in his mercy, saw fit to grant me the caress of permission, I would weep with ecstasy, his, and beg to please, again and again. |
| 22 | 655 | Will he not be kind to her? Does he not know she is only a slave? There was then a soft, rapturous, prolonged, grateful, inarticulate cry from within the tent, partly muffled, for the master had perhaps placed his hand firmly over the mouth of the slave, that she might not disturb the camp. |
| 22 | 656 | In a moment his hand must have been removed from her lips, for Ellen heard, "Thank you, thank you, beloved Master! I love you, Master! I love you, Master!" Kind master, beloved master, thought Ellen. |
| 22 | 657 | Ellen sought to control herself. |
| 22 | 658 | She must not cry out! Tears burst from her eyes as she clenched her fists, in her own frustration, in the throes of her own starved needs. |
| 22 | 659 | She must not cry out! I am a slave thought Ellen. |
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Would that I were in her bonds, thought Ellen.
I, too, would weep with passion, and beg to yield, and if my master, in his mercy, saw fit to grant me the caress of permission, I would weep with ecstasy, his, and beg to please, again and again.
Will he not be kind to her? Does he not know she is only a slave? There was then a soft, rapturous, prolonged, grateful, inarticulate cry from within the tent, partly muffled, for the master had perhaps placed his hand firmly over the mouth of the slave, that she might not disturb the camp.
In a moment his hand must have been removed from her lips, for Ellen heard, "Thank you, thank you, beloved Master! I love you, Master! I love you, Master!" Kind master, beloved master, thought Ellen.
Ellen sought to control herself.
She must not cry out! Tears burst from her eyes as she clenched her fists, in her own frustration, in the throes of her own starved needs.
She must not cry out! I am a slave thought Ellen.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 22)