Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 27 | 391 | I now faced Bran Loort clad only in the collar of my master and my brand. |
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Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 27 | 388 | Often he would at last cry out in rage and seize me and hurl me to the furs, his, venting all his wildness, his hatred, his lust, his power, his ruthlessness, his desire, on me, his fascinating, helpless, troublesome belonging. |
| 27 | 389 | And I could be only his helpless, loving, ecstatic slave, writhing in his arms, in the arms of my owner, and rape master. |
| 27 | 390 | I slipped the tunic over my head and, hastily, cast it aside. |
| 27 | 391 | I now faced Bran Loort clad only in the collar of my master and my brand. |
| 27 | 392 | "You are beautiful, Dina!" he cried. |
| 27 | 393 | "Please do not hurt me," I begged. |
| 27 | 394 | Joyfully he seized my ankles and dragged me to him, and then, with a peasant's roughness, thrust them widely apart. |
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Often he would at last cry out in rage and seize me and hurl me to the furs, his, venting all his wildness, his hatred, his lust, his power, his ruthlessness, his desire, on me, his fascinating, helpless, troublesome belonging.
And I could be only his helpless, loving, ecstatic slave, writhing in his arms, in the arms of my owner, and rape master.
I slipped the tunic over my head and, hastily, cast it aside.
I now faced Bran Loort clad only in the collar of my master and my brand.
"You are beautiful, Dina!" he cried.
"Please do not hurt me," I begged.
Joyfully he seized my ankles and dragged me to him, and then, with a peasant's roughness, thrust them widely apart.
- (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 27)