Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 30 | 171 | Then she View more quotes about felt">felt herself dragged on her belly through the wood chips and grass under the post and toward the center of the tarsk pen. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 30 | 168 | She did not know how many strokes were administered to her. |
| 30 | 169 | She was barely aware of her wrists being freed from the post, though they remained bound together. |
| 30 | 170 | She then lay under the post on her stomach, her bound wrists stretched out, moaning, sobbing. |
| 30 | 171 | Then she felt herself dragged on her belly through the wood chips and grass under the post and toward the center of the tarsk pen. |
| 30 | 172 | There, to her misery, she was turned to her back and her wrists, over her head and back, fastened to a pole. |
| 30 | 173 | She looked up in fear and pain at her master, standing above her. |
| 30 | 174 | "Speak!" he cried, angrily. |
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She did not know how many strokes were administered to her.
She was barely aware of her wrists being freed from the post, though they remained bound together.
She then lay under the post on her stomach, her bound wrists stretched out, moaning, sobbing.
Then she felt herself dragged on her belly through the wood chips and grass under the post and toward the center of the tarsk pen.
There, to her misery, she was turned to her back and her wrists, over her head and back, fastened to a pole.
She looked up in fear and pain at her master, standing above her.
"Speak!" he cried, angrily.
- (Prize of Gor)