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Book 9. (1 results) Marauders of Gor (Individual Quote)

She, moaning, was seized by a fellow and thrown on her belly over the peeled log. - (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 6, Sentence #195)
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6 195 She, moaning, was View more quotes about seized">seized by a fellow and thrown on her belly over the peeled log.

Book 9. (7 results) Marauders of Gor (Context Quote)

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6 192 The air above the canisters shook with heat.
6 193 To one side, tall, broad-shouldered, stood a young male thrall, in the thrall tunic of white wool, his hair cropped short, an iron collar on his throat.
6 194 "She first," said the Forkbeard, indicating the slender, blond girl.
6 195 She, moaning, was seized by a fellow and thrown on her belly over the peeled log.
6 196 Two men held her upper arms; two others her upper legs.
6 197 A fifth man, with a heavy, leather glove, drew forth one of the irons from the fire; the air about its tip shuddered with heat.
6 198 "Please, my Jarl," she cried, "do not mark your girl!" At a sign from the Forkbeard, the iron was pressed deeply into her flesh, and held there, smoking for five Ihn.
The air above the canisters shook with heat. To one side, tall, broad-shouldered, stood a young male thrall, in the thrall tunic of white wool, his hair cropped short, an iron collar on his throat. "She first," said the Forkbeard, indicating the slender, blond girl. She, moaning, was seized by a fellow and thrown on her belly over the peeled log. Two men held her upper arms; two others her upper legs. A fifth man, with a heavy, leather glove, drew forth one of the irons from the fire; the air about its tip shuddered with heat. "Please, my Jarl," she cried, "do not mark your girl!" At a sign from the Forkbeard, the iron was pressed deeply into her flesh, and held there, smoking for five Ihn. - (Marauders of Gor)