Book 7. (1 results) Captive of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 15 | 184 | Many of the View more quotes about girls">girls would be laughing and waving, leaping up and down, and standing on their tiptoes. |
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Book 7. (7 results) Captive of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 15 | 181 | The camp then would seem very quiet. |
| 15 | 182 | They were applying themselves to the work of the tarnsmen of Treve, attack, plunder and enslavement. |
| 15 | 183 | A girl would cry, "They return!" and we, eager in our work tunics, would run to the center of the camp to greet the returning warriors. |
| 15 | 184 | Many of the girls would be laughing and waving, leaping up and down, and standing on their tiptoes. |
| 15 | 185 | I did not betray such emotion, but I, too, found myself eager, almost uncontrollably excited, to witness the return of the warriors. |
| 15 | 186 | How fine they were, such magnificent males! I hated them, of course, but, too, I, like the others, most eagerly anticipated their return. |
| 15 | 187 | And most of all was I thrilled to witness the return of their leader, the mighty, laughing Rask of Treve, whose very capture loop I had felt on my own body, whose collar I wore, whose I was. |
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The camp then would seem very quiet.
They were applying themselves to the work of the tarnsmen of Treve, attack, plunder and enslavement.
A girl would cry, "They return!" and we, eager in our work tunics, would run to the center of the camp to greet the returning warriors.
Many of the girls would be laughing and waving, leaping up and down, and standing on their tiptoes.
I did not betray such emotion, but I, too, found myself eager, almost uncontrollably excited, to witness the return of the warriors.
How fine they were, such magnificent males! I hated them, of course, but, too, I, like the others, most eagerly anticipated their return.
And most of all was I thrilled to witness the return of their leader, the mighty, laughing Rask of Treve, whose very capture loop I had felt on my own body, whose collar I wore, whose I was.
- (Captive of Gor)