Book 3. (1 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 20 | 90 | I pitied her as she turned her View more quotes about head">head up and saw the large object, with an electronic hum, descend slowly towards her. |
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Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 20 | 87 | The attendants now busied themselves with their work. |
| 20 | 88 | One of them climbed onto the disk beside the plastic cylinder. |
| 20 | 89 | The other went to a panel at the side of the room and by pushing certain buttons and, turning a dial, began to lower the globe object down toward the girl's head. |
| 20 | 90 | I pitied her as she turned her head up and saw the large object, with an electronic hum, descend slowly towards her. |
| 20 | 91 | She gave a long, frantic, terrified, wild scream and squirmed about in the cylinder, her small gloved fists striking futilely at the strong, curved plastic walls that confined her. |
| 20 | 92 | The attendant who stood on the disk then, to her horror, pushed back the hood of her garment and the ornate, beautiful veils that masked her features, face-stripping her as casually as one might remove a scarf. |
| 20 | 93 | She trembled in the cylinder, pressing her small hands against it, and wept. |
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The attendants now busied themselves with their work.
One of them climbed onto the disk beside the plastic cylinder.
The other went to a panel at the side of the room and by pushing certain buttons and, turning a dial, began to lower the globe object down toward the girl's head.
I pitied her as she turned her head up and saw the large object, with an electronic hum, descend slowly towards her.
She gave a long, frantic, terrified, wild scream and squirmed about in the cylinder, her small gloved fists striking futilely at the strong, curved plastic walls that confined her.
The attendant who stood on the disk then, to her horror, pushed back the hood of her garment and the ornate, beautiful veils that masked her features, face-stripping her as casually as one might remove a scarf.
She trembled in the cylinder, pressing her small hands against it, and wept.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor)