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

"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, Chapter 6, Sentence #198)
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6 198 "View more quotes about please">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.

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

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
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.
6 199 It was only when it was pulled away that she screamed.
6 200 Her eyes had been shut, her teeth gritted.
6 201 She had tried not to scream.
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. It was only when it was pulled away that she screamed. Her eyes had been shut, her teeth gritted. She had tried not to scream. - (Marauders of Gor)