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Book 16. (1 results) Guardsman of Gor (Individual Quote)

In these phases the girl, in all her unshielded beauty, and naked except for the collar, the light, lovely, locked slave band of Gor, attempts to arouse the interest of her master. - (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #971)
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20 971 In these phases the View more quotes about girl">girl, in all her unshielded beauty, and naked except for the collar, the light, lovely, locked slave band of Gor, attempts to arouse the interest of her master.

Book 16. (7 results) Guardsman of Gor (Context Quote)

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20 968 She twisted, as though her hands were being untied.
20 969 She then flexed her legs and lifted her hands over her head, as she had in the beginning, back to back.
20 970 The final phases of the Sa-eela then begin.
20 971 In these phases the girl, in all her unshielded beauty, and naked except for the collar, the light, lovely, locked slave band of Gor, attempts to arouse the interest of her master.
20 972 In the former Peggy Baxter, of Earth, I now saw little left which was reminiscent of her planet of origin.
20 973 Before us there danced a Gorean slave girl.
20 974 I glanced about, to the small, dark-haired slave clutching my arm, to Lola, in the arms of Calliodorus, to Florence, kneeling behind Miles of Vonda, to she who had been Shirley, in her yellow gauze, kneeling to one side, now the slave of Aemilianus.
She twisted, as though her hands were being untied. She then flexed her legs and lifted her hands over her head, as she had in the beginning, back to back. The final phases of the Sa-eela then begin. In these phases the girl, in all her unshielded beauty, and naked except for the collar, the light, lovely, locked slave band of Gor, attempts to arouse the interest of her master. In the former Peggy Baxter, of Earth, I now saw little left which was reminiscent of her planet of origin. Before us there danced a Gorean slave girl. I glanced about, to the small, dark-haired slave clutching my arm, to Lola, in the arms of Calliodorus, to Florence, kneeling behind Miles of Vonda, to she who had been Shirley, in her yellow gauze, kneeling to one side, now the slave of Aemilianus. - (Guardsman of Gor)