Book 14. (7 results) Fighting Slave of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 22 | 379 | "Bring a slave whip," said the Lady Florence to Pamela, who swiftly brought it to her, from where she had earlier cast it aside. |
| 22 | 380 | I saw Tenalion smile. |
| 22 | 381 | To be sure, many of the dances of female slaves are lovely and sensuous; others, of course, are piteous and orgasmic. |
| 22 | 382 | In all fairness, though, one must note that there is a large variety of slave dances on Gor, and that there is some variation from city to city. |
| 22 | 383 | The institution of female slavery on Gor is doubtless thousands of years old; accordingly it is natural that there should be great complexity and refinement in such a delicious art form as slave dance. |
| 22 | 384 | There are even, it might be mentioned, hate dances and rebellion dances, but most dances, as might be expected, are display dances, or need dances, or love and submission dances; even the hate and rebellion dances, of course, conclude, inevitably, with the ultimate surrender of the girl to her master as a love slave. |
| 22 | 385 | "I do not know how to dance, Mistress," whimpered Melpomene. |
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"Bring a slave whip," said the Lady Florence to Pamela, who swiftly brought it to her, from where she had earlier cast it aside.
I saw Tenalion smile.
To be sure, many of the dances of female slaves are lovely and sensuous; others, of course, are piteous and orgasmic.
In all fairness, though, one must note that there is a large variety of slave dances on Gor, and that there is some variation from city to city.
The institution of female slavery on Gor is doubtless thousands of years old; accordingly it is natural that there should be great complexity and refinement in such a delicious art form as slave dance.
There are even, it might be mentioned, hate dances and rebellion dances, but most dances, as might be expected, are display dances, or need dances, or love and submission dances; even the hate and rebellion dances, of course, conclude, inevitably, with the ultimate surrender of the girl to her master as a love slave.
"I do not know how to dance, Mistress," whimpered Melpomene.
- (Fighting Slave of Gor, Chapter )