Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 24 | 438 | But what View more quotes about shall">shall I do now? Surely I am no more than the width of a strand of slave silk from the blows of the lash". |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 24 | 435 | "That is not dancing," he said. |
| 24 | 436 | "There is more than one way to dance, Master," said Ellen. |
| 24 | 437 | And, as she knelt down by the cosmetics table, she thought to herself, "I have not yet been beaten. |
| 24 | 438 | But what shall I do now? Surely I am no more than the width of a strand of slave silk from the blows of the lash". |
| 24 | 439 | The second time the beaten slave, 51, Dara, had apparently danced well. |
| 24 | 440 | She had not been permitted to change her silks, and they were parted in the back, where the whip had cut through them. |
| 24 | 441 | In her dance she had piteously, and abjectly, made it clear to the masters that not only did she now respect them, but that she was now pathetically concerned to subject herself to their pleasure, even as though she were their own slave. |
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"That is not dancing," he said.
"There is more than one way to dance, Master," said Ellen.
And, as she knelt down by the cosmetics table, she thought to herself, "I have not yet been beaten.
But what shall I do now? Surely I am no more than the width of a strand of slave silk from the blows of the lash".
The second time the beaten slave, 51, Dara, had apparently danced well.
She had not been permitted to change her silks, and they were parted in the back, where the whip had cut through them.
In her dance she had piteously, and abjectly, made it clear to the masters that not only did she now respect them, but that she was now pathetically concerned to subject herself to their pleasure, even as though she were their own slave.
- (Prize of Gor)