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

But I was forced to admit that the wench now before us, struggling to free her wrists, now revealed to us, luscious, sensuous, short, squirming, infuriated, was incredibly desirable; we considered her body, her face, her obvious intelligence; she would bring a high price; she would make a delicious armful in the furs. - (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #514)
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18 514 But I was View more quotes about forced">forced to admit that the wench now before us, struggling to free her wrists, now revealed to us, luscious, sensuous, short, squirming, infuriated, was incredibly desirable; we considered her body, her face, her obvious intelligence; she would bring a high price; she would make a delicious armful in the furs.

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

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18 511 My master is truly powerful! Release me this instant! Fear him!" Olga, to the girl's outrage, tore away her golden silk, revealing her to the Forkbeard.
18 512 "Oh!" she cried, in fury.
18 513 Gunnhild had won the contest, and won it fairly.
18 514 But I was forced to admit that the wench now before us, struggling to free her wrists, now revealed to us, luscious, sensuous, short, squirming, infuriated, was incredibly desirable; we considered her body, her face, her obvious intelligence; she would bring a high price; she would make a delicious armful in the furs.
18 515 "How is it that you have dared to strip me!" demanded the girl.
18 516 "Who is your master?" inquired Ivar Forkbeard.
18 517 She drew herself up proudly.
My master is truly powerful! Release me this instant! Fear him!" Olga, to the girl's outrage, tore away her golden silk, revealing her to the Forkbeard. "Oh!" she cried, in fury. Gunnhild had won the contest, and won it fairly. But I was forced to admit that the wench now before us, struggling to free her wrists, now revealed to us, luscious, sensuous, short, squirming, infuriated, was incredibly desirable; we considered her body, her face, her obvious intelligence; she would bring a high price; she would make a delicious armful in the furs. "How is it that you have dared to strip me!" demanded the girl. "Who is your master?" inquired Ivar Forkbeard. She drew herself up proudly. - (Marauders of Gor)