Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 26 | 966 | Would they even have recognized her, their former colleague and teacher, now a commanded, performing slave girl? Would her female students weep with need and desire to so serve as well, to find therein one of the thousand rewarding, fulfilling, beautiful meanings of their sex? Would not her male colleagues have cried out with envy, sensing how forlorn, tricked and deprived they were, screaming with misery that they did not live on a natural world where one might own such women? Seldom had Ellen felt so female as then, commanded, helpless, pleasing intimately, beautifully. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 26 | 963 | How right we are in our collars, she thought. |
| 26 | 964 | And she continued to serve. |
| 26 | 965 | She wondered what her former colleagues and students would have thought of her, could they see her now, kneeling, bent, stripped, back-braceleted, deliciously serving. |
| 26 | 966 | Would they even have recognized her, their former colleague and teacher, now a commanded, performing slave girl? Would her female students weep with need and desire to so serve as well, to find therein one of the thousand rewarding, fulfilling, beautiful meanings of their sex? Would not her male colleagues have cried out with envy, sensing how forlorn, tricked and deprived they were, screaming with misery that they did not live on a natural world where one might own such women? Seldom had Ellen felt so female as then, commanded, helpless, pleasing intimately, beautifully. |
| 26 | 967 | Such an act brings home a woman's slavery to her. |
| 26 | 968 | Her subject suddenly reared, twisted, and emitted a soft, guttural, indescribable noise. |
| 26 | 969 | "Thank you, Master," said Ellen. |
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How right we are in our collars, she thought.
And she continued to serve.
She wondered what her former colleagues and students would have thought of her, could they see her now, kneeling, bent, stripped, back-braceleted, deliciously serving.
Would they even have recognized her, their former colleague and teacher, now a commanded, performing slave girl? Would her female students weep with need and desire to so serve as well, to find therein one of the thousand rewarding, fulfilling, beautiful meanings of their sex? Would not her male colleagues have cried out with envy, sensing how forlorn, tricked and deprived they were, screaming with misery that they did not live on a natural world where one might own such women? Seldom had Ellen felt so female as then, commanded, helpless, pleasing intimately, beautifully.
Such an act brings home a woman's slavery to her.
Her subject suddenly reared, twisted, and emitted a soft, guttural, indescribable noise.
"Thank you, Master," said Ellen.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 26)