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Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)

In a moment, clutching her silk about her, it parted by the whip, crying, the chastised dancer fled within the preparation enclosure. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #384)
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24 384 In a View more quotes about moment">moment, clutching her silk about her, it parted by the whip, crying, the chastised dancer fled within the preparation enclosure.

Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)

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24 381 It was not only that the sound was unexpected, and sharp, but that its significance carried a special meaning for such as she, a slave.
24 382 Outside there was some hooting, some angry cries of men.
24 383 Then, only a moment or two later, she heard the whip again, twice, and this time cries of pain, doubtless from the exhibited dancer.
24 384 In a moment, clutching her silk about her, it parted by the whip, crying, the chastised dancer fled within the preparation enclosure.
24 385 It was she who had appropriated the bracelet from Ellen, and it was still on her wrist.
24 386 "It serves you right, arrogant slave girl," thought Ellen.
24 387 "Now you are not so proud!" The woman knelt on the rug within the small enclosure, bent over, holding her arms about herself, weeping bitterly.
It was not only that the sound was unexpected, and sharp, but that its significance carried a special meaning for such as she, a slave. Outside there was some hooting, some angry cries of men. Then, only a moment or two later, she heard the whip again, twice, and this time cries of pain, doubtless from the exhibited dancer. In a moment, clutching her silk about her, it parted by the whip, crying, the chastised dancer fled within the preparation enclosure. It was she who had appropriated the bracelet from Ellen, and it was still on her wrist. "It serves you right, arrogant slave girl," thought Ellen. "Now you are not so proud!" The woman knelt on the rug within the small enclosure, bent over, holding her arms about herself, weeping bitterly. - (Prize of Gor)