Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 26 | 404 | Would her lips be now raped with the kiss of the master, he imperiously claiming his property? There was a small, soft laugh, a man's laugh. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 26 | 401 | She could still not see. |
| 26 | 402 | "master?" she asked. |
| 26 | 403 | She pursed her lips, humbly. |
| 26 | 404 | Would her lips be now raped with the kiss of the master, he imperiously claiming his property? There was a small, soft laugh, a man's laugh. |
| 26 | 405 | "Slave," he whispered. |
| 26 | 406 | Then the spigot of a bota was thrust between her teeth, and, head back, she drank gratefully. |
| 26 | 407 | Too soon it seemed the spigot was withdrawn. |
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She could still not see.
"master?" she asked.
She pursed her lips, humbly.
Would her lips be now raped with the kiss of the master, he imperiously claiming his property? There was a small, soft laugh, a man's laugh.
"Slave," he whispered.
Then the spigot of a bota was thrust between her teeth, and, head back, she drank gratefully.
Too soon it seemed the spigot was withdrawn.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 26)