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Book 22. (1 results) Dancer of Gor (Individual Quote)

How helplessly they were held in place, so perfectly behind me, by the binding fiber! I could not begin to free myself! "It is a marvelous trick," called Hendow to the small fellow. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 29, Sentence #871)
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29 871 How View more quotes about helplessly">helplessly they were held in place, so perfectly behind me, by the binding fiber! I could not begin to free myself! "It is a marvelous trick," called Hendow to the small fellow.

Book 22. (7 results) Dancer of Gor (Context Quote)

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29 868 Their attention was on Hendow.
29 869 I moaned, bound at the rail, helpless.
29 870 I moved my wrists.
29 871 How helplessly they were held in place, so perfectly behind me, by the binding fiber! I could not begin to free myself! "It is a marvelous trick," called Hendow to the small fellow.
29 872 "Do it again! Make them seem to speak!" The leader of the beasts, then, in fury, and in some inhuman, snarling, barbarous, fierce tongue, something like the roar of a lion, the hiss of a sleen, the snarl of a panther, yet clearly, frighteningly, an articulated stream of sound, some form of modulated utterance, communicated with its fellows.
29 873 He then pointed to Hendow.
29 874 In these moments, of course, the sleen was forgotten.
Their attention was on Hendow. I moaned, bound at the rail, helpless. I moved my wrists. How helplessly they were held in place, so perfectly behind me, by the binding fiber! I could not begin to free myself! "It is a marvelous trick," called Hendow to the small fellow. "Do it again! Make them seem to speak!" The leader of the beasts, then, in fury, and in some inhuman, snarling, barbarous, fierce tongue, something like the roar of a lion, the hiss of a sleen, the snarl of a panther, yet clearly, frighteningly, an articulated stream of sound, some form of modulated utterance, communicated with its fellows. He then pointed to Hendow. In these moments, of course, the sleen was forgotten. - (Dancer of Gor)