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Book 7. (1 results) Captive of Gor (Individual Quote)

I pulled helplessly at the straps. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #680)
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Book 7. (7 results) Captive of Gor (Context Quote)

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13 677 From a pouch he threw a coin to a man of the village, and another to another man, doubtless one of the other village, called Rorus.
13 678 "Thank you, Warrior," they cried.
13 679 "Our thanks!" "Her first beating," said the warrior, in his strong voice, "is mine to bestow!" There was much laughter.
13 680 I pulled helplessly at the straps.
13 681 Elinor Brinton did not want to be beaten! She should not be beaten! She was not of barbaric Gor; she was of another world, Earth.
13 682 She was not a Gorean girl.
13 683 She was different, higher, better, a woman of Earth! She was refined, educated, sensitive! She was too special, too delicate, to be beaten! Could he not see that? She was not a common slave! She should not be beaten! Could he not see that? But I felt the leather of the saddle beneath my arched back, the binding fiber on my wrists and ankles, that fastened me to the saddle rings.
From a pouch he threw a coin to a man of the village, and another to another man, doubtless one of the other village, called Rorus. "Thank you, Warrior," they cried. "Our thanks!" "Her first beating," said the warrior, in his strong voice, "is mine to bestow!" There was much laughter. I pulled helplessly at the straps. Elinor Brinton did not want to be beaten! She should not be beaten! She was not of barbaric Gor; she was of another world, Earth. She was not a Gorean girl. She was different, higher, better, a woman of Earth! She was refined, educated, sensitive! She was too special, too delicate, to be beaten! Could he not see that? She was not a common slave! She should not be beaten! Could he not see that? But I felt the leather of the saddle beneath my arched back, the binding fiber on my wrists and ankles, that fastened me to the saddle rings. - (Captive of Gor)