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Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)

When she had somewhat caught her breath I removed the collar from her throat and freed her. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 28, Sentence #20)
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28 20 When she had View more quotes about somewhat">somewhat caught her breath I removed the collar from her throat and freed her.

Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)

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28 17 When she found a suitable implement, of proper length and flexibility, of appropriate diameter and suppleness, she then secured Tuka by nose ring and thong to the exposed root of a small but sturdy bush, and thrashed her soundly.
28 18 Following this, she untied the thong from the root and permitted the girl, thong still streaming from her nose ring, wrists still bound behind her, to run for her master's wagon, but pursued her each foot of the way like a hunting sleen, administering innumerable stinging incitements to greater and ever greater speed.
28 19 At last, panting, bleeding here and there, discolored in places, half-naked, triumphant, Elizabeth Cardwell returned to my side, where she knelt as a humble, obedient slave girl.
28 20 When she had somewhat caught her breath I removed the collar from her throat and freed her.
28 21 I set her on the saddle of the tarn, telling her to hold to the pommel of the saddle.
28 22 When I myself mounted I would tie her to the pommel with binding fiber.
28 23 I would fasten about myself the broad safety strap, usually purple, which is an invariable portion of the tarn saddle.
When she found a suitable implement, of proper length and flexibility, of appropriate diameter and suppleness, she then secured Tuka by nose ring and thong to the exposed root of a small but sturdy bush, and thrashed her soundly. Following this, she untied the thong from the root and permitted the girl, thong still streaming from her nose ring, wrists still bound behind her, to run for her master's wagon, but pursued her each foot of the way like a hunting sleen, administering innumerable stinging incitements to greater and ever greater speed. At last, panting, bleeding here and there, discolored in places, half-naked, triumphant, Elizabeth Cardwell returned to my side, where she knelt as a humble, obedient slave girl. When she had somewhat caught her breath I removed the collar from her throat and freed her. I set her on the saddle of the tarn, telling her to hold to the pommel of the saddle. When I myself mounted I would tie her to the pommel with binding fiber. I would fasten about myself the broad safety strap, usually purple, which is an invariable portion of the tarn saddle. - (Nomads of Gor)