Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 20 | 876 | View more quotes about ellen">Ellen was weeping, bent over, wrists tied to ankles, helpless, embarrassed, well secured. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 20 | 873 | "You will find thongs at the trestle," said the slave marshal. |
| 20 | 874 | "Tie her left wrist to her left ankle, the right wrist to the right ankle". |
| 20 | 875 | Later the slave marshal came himself to stand beside the trestle. |
| 20 | 876 | Ellen was weeping, bent over, wrists tied to ankles, helpless, embarrassed, well secured. |
| 20 | 877 | "Portus Canio, of Ar, was your master," he said. |
| 20 | 878 | "Yes, Master," she said. |
| 20 | 879 | It is not easy, as you may understand, to conduct a conversation, particularly one in which one retains any dignity, when one is fastened thusly. |
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"You will find thongs at the trestle," said the slave marshal.
"Tie her left wrist to her left ankle, the right wrist to the right ankle".
Later the slave marshal came himself to stand beside the trestle.
Ellen was weeping, bent over, wrists tied to ankles, helpless, embarrassed, well secured.
"Portus Canio, of Ar, was your master," he said.
"Yes, Master," she said.
It is not easy, as you may understand, to conduct a conversation, particularly one in which one retains any dignity, when one is fastened thusly.
- (Prize of Gor)