Book 22. (1 results) Dancer of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 24 | 402 | He View more quotes about stood">stood with his back turned to me, his back straight, his arms folded, looking away. |
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Book 22. (7 results) Dancer of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 24 | 399 | It would be vengeance enough for them. |
| 24 | 400 | How mighty they were, and kind! To be sure, I would have to continue to show them perfections of slave service and total deference. |
| 24 | 401 | How grateful I was to he whom I had most feared, he who was last upon the chain, he who had given me this eagerly embraced opportunity to save my slave's hide! But it was he, of all of them, who had refused to watch me dance. |
| 24 | 402 | He stood with his back turned to me, his back straight, his arms folded, looking away. |
| 24 | 403 | Many times I had danced to him, moving behind him in the sand, but he did not turn. |
| 24 | 404 | He did not deign to glance upon me. |
| 24 | 405 | Then, near the end of my dance, as it approached its climax, I was on my knees in the sand, writhing, bending forward until my hair was in the sand, bending back then, exposing the bow of my body, my thighs, my belly, my breasts and throat to them, my hands inviting attention to them, my hair back in the sand, and then I straightened, and then was on my back, and belly, twisting and moving, lifting my hands to them, begging for favor, piteously suing for mercy. |
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It would be vengeance enough for them.
How mighty they were, and kind! To be sure, I would have to continue to show them perfections of slave service and total deference.
How grateful I was to he whom I had most feared, he who was last upon the chain, he who had given me this eagerly embraced opportunity to save my slave's hide! But it was he, of all of them, who had refused to watch me dance.
He stood with his back turned to me, his back straight, his arms folded, looking away.
Many times I had danced to him, moving behind him in the sand, but he did not turn.
He did not deign to glance upon me.
Then, near the end of my dance, as it approached its climax, I was on my knees in the sand, writhing, bending forward until my hair was in the sand, bending back then, exposing the bow of my body, my thighs, my belly, my breasts and throat to them, my hands inviting attention to them, my hair back in the sand, and then I straightened, and then was on my back, and belly, twisting and moving, lifting my hands to them, begging for favor, piteously suing for mercy.
- (Dancer of Gor)