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

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
24 793 Where are you, my master? I am ready for a collar.
24 794 I want a collar.
24 795 Come, collar me, my master!" She wondered how many slaves danced thusly in such small, lonely apartments, their slave needs starved, longing for a master.
24 796 "Then you have not only made observations, from which you perhaps learned something, but you have practiced," said the scribe.
24 797 "Yes, Master," wept Ellen.
24 798 "I think I shall have you remanded for the liar's brand," said the scribe.
24 799 "Do not have it put on me, please, Master!" begged Ellen, terrified.
Where are you, my master? I am ready for a collar. I want a collar. Come, collar me, my master!" She wondered how many slaves danced thusly in such small, lonely apartments, their slave needs starved, longing for a master. "Then you have not only made observations, from which you perhaps learned something, but you have practiced," said the scribe. "Yes, Master," wept Ellen. "I think I shall have you remanded for the liar's brand," said the scribe. "Do not have it put on me, please, Master!" begged Ellen, terrified. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter )