Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 15 | 560 | She felt his hands seize her, about her narrow waist. |
| 15 | 561 | He was extremely strong, and she did not doubt but what there would be marks on her body, from where he held her. |
| 15 | 562 | "Please, no, master!" she begged. |
| 15 | 563 | "Not like this, not like this, master! I beg you! Not like this, my master!" "Who begs?" he asked. |
| 15 | 564 | "Ellen, Ellen, the slave, begs!" she wept. |
| 15 | 565 | "Whose are you?" "Yours, master!" "Speak more clearly," he said. |
| 15 | 566 | "Ellen, the slave, your slave, the slave of Mirus of Ar, begs her master, begs you, her master, Mirus of Ar, for mercy!" she wept. |
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She felt his hands seize her, about her narrow waist.
He was extremely strong, and she did not doubt but what there would be marks on her body, from where he held her.
"Please, no, master!" she begged.
"Not like this, not like this, master! I beg you! Not like this, my master!" "Who begs?" he asked.
"Ellen, Ellen, the slave, begs!" she wept.
"Whose are you?" "Yours, master!" "Speak more clearly," he said.
"Ellen, the slave, your slave, the slave of Mirus of Ar, begs her master, begs you, her master, Mirus of Ar, for mercy!" she wept.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )