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Book 34. (1 results) Plunder of Gor (Individual Quote)

I was well stretched, standing on my toes; my wrists were bound tightly together, and drawn up, high over my head; I was naked; the rope that bound my wrists together was run through the ring fastened in the ceiling, and then brought down, diagonally, to the side, and tied about another ring in the wall, across the room. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 52, Sentence #2)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
52 2 I was well stretched, View more quotes about standing">standing on my toes; my wrists were bound tightly together, and drawn up, high over my head; I was naked; the rope that bound my wrists together was run through the ring fastened in the ceiling, and then brought down, diagonally, to the side, and tied about another ring in the wall, across the room.

Book 34. (7 results) Plunder of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
51 354 "Heel," he said.
51 355 We then proceeded down the hall, I a bit behind, and on the left.
52 1 "Please, Master, mercy!" I cried.
52 2 I was well stretched, standing on my toes; my wrists were bound tightly together, and drawn up, high over my head; I was naked; the rope that bound my wrists together was run through the ring fastened in the ceiling, and then brought down, diagonally, to the side, and tied about another ring in the wall, across the room.
52 3 "Forgive me, Master," I wept.
52 4 "Please forgive me!" "Who begs mercy?" he asked.
52 5 "Phyllis," I said, "Phyllis, the slave of Kurik of Victoria!" He came about, and stood before me.
"Heel," he said. We then proceeded down the hall, I a bit behind, and on the left. "Please, Master, mercy!" I cried. I was well stretched, standing on my toes; my wrists were bound tightly together, and drawn up, high over my head; I was naked; the rope that bound my wrists together was run through the ring fastened in the ceiling, and then brought down, diagonally, to the side, and tied about another ring in the wall, across the room. "Forgive me, Master," I wept. "Please forgive me!" "Who begs mercy?" he asked. "Phyllis," I said, "Phyllis, the slave of Kurik of Victoria!" He came about, and stood before me. - (Plunder of Gor)