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

The delicacy of the instrument, with its suggestion of refinement, gentility and civilization, contrasted nicely with the barbarity of her luscious, enslaved nudity, the shreds of her tunic and her helpless, steel-clasped wrists. - (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #1142)
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20 1142 The delicacy of the instrument, with its suggestion of refinement, gentility and civilization, contrasted nicely with the barbarity of her luscious, View more quotes about enslaved">enslaved nudity, the shreds of her tunic and her helpless, steel-clasped wrists.

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

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20 1139 "March me naked through the streets as your slave.
20 1140 I love you!" Miles of Vonda then picked up the lyre, which she had used earlier in entertaining us.
20 1141 With its strap he slung the small, lovely, curved, stringed instrument about her body, the strap over her right shoulder, the instrument behind her left hip.
20 1142 The delicacy of the instrument, with its suggestion of refinement, gentility and civilization, contrasted nicely with the barbarity of her luscious, enslaved nudity, the shreds of her tunic and her helpless, steel-clasped wrists.
20 1143 "I love you, Master!" she cried.
20 1144 She pressed her body to him and he, clasping her to him, with force and possessiveness, kissed her as his desired and owned slave.
20 1145 I had little doubt that when he arrived home he would play well upon her body, making it the instrument of his attentions.
"March me naked through the streets as your slave. I love you!" Miles of Vonda then picked up the lyre, which she had used earlier in entertaining us. With its strap he slung the small, lovely, curved, stringed instrument about her body, the strap over her right shoulder, the instrument behind her left hip. The delicacy of the instrument, with its suggestion of refinement, gentility and civilization, contrasted nicely with the barbarity of her luscious, enslaved nudity, the shreds of her tunic and her helpless, steel-clasped wrists. "I love you, Master!" she cried. She pressed her body to him and he, clasping her to him, with force and possessiveness, kissed her as his desired and owned slave. I had little doubt that when he arrived home he would play well upon her body, making it the instrument of his attentions. - (Guardsman of Gor)