Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 24 | 55 | I am so sorry that you tired of me! What a disappointment for you, that you made so little money on me! I was not interesting enough for you to have at your feet! You let me go! You rejected me!" But then she said to herself, "But we are both of Earth. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 24 | 52 | "Your thighs steam for any man, and the sight of any virile male lubricates you for the mastery. |
| 24 | 53 | And if you are not like a sinuous she-sleen in heat, it is rather because you are more like a sleek, curvaceous little she-urt in heat! You are a meaningless little slut in whose belly have been kindled slave fires!" "I hate you, Mirus," she said to herself. |
| 24 | 54 | "You have called me plain and stupid, and I am neither. |
| 24 | 55 | I am so sorry that you tired of me! What a disappointment for you, that you made so little money on me! I was not interesting enough for you to have at your feet! You let me go! You rejected me!" But then she said to herself, "But we are both of Earth. |
| 24 | 56 | You extricated me from amongst the men and beasts at the tent, who might otherwise, in their impatience, have subjected me to the whip or bastinado. |
| 24 | 57 | And you have not had me summoned to a dancing circle, knowing what that might mean for me. |
| 24 | 58 | Perhaps you have some sympathy, if not affection, or desire, or lust, for a fellow Earthling, one now in categorical bondage, one who is now no more than I am, a legal animal, a property, on another world. |
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"Your thighs steam for any man, and the sight of any virile male lubricates you for the mastery.
And if you are not like a sinuous she-sleen in heat, it is rather because you are more like a sleek, curvaceous little she-urt in heat! You are a meaningless little slut in whose belly have been kindled slave fires!" "I hate you, Mirus," she said to herself.
"You have called me plain and stupid, and I am neither.
I am so sorry that you tired of me! What a disappointment for you, that you made so little money on me! I was not interesting enough for you to have at your feet! You let me go! You rejected me!" But then she said to herself, "But we are both of Earth.
You extricated me from amongst the men and beasts at the tent, who might otherwise, in their impatience, have subjected me to the whip or bastinado.
And you have not had me summoned to a dancing circle, knowing what that might mean for me.
Perhaps you have some sympathy, if not affection, or desire, or lust, for a fellow Earthling, one now in categorical bondage, one who is now no more than I am, a legal animal, a property, on another world.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 24)