Book 16. (1 results) Guardsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
20
1017
She then clutched my arm, even more tightly, and then, she kneeling beside me, small and naked, helpless and vulnerable, her throat locked in the steel of my collar, on the tiles, we watched the dance of the female slave.
She then clutched my arm, even more tightly, and then, she kneeling beside me, small and naked, helpless and vulnerable, her throat locked in the steel of my collar, on the tiles, we watched the dance of the female slave.
- (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #1017)
Book 16. (7 results) Guardsman of Gor (Context Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
20
1014
"And I am frightened," she whispered, suddenly.
20
1015
"Of course," I said.
20
1016
"You now realize, even more clearly than before, what it might mean to be a slave on Gor".
20
1017
She then clutched my arm, even more tightly, and then, she kneeling beside me, small and naked, helpless and vulnerable, her throat locked in the steel of my collar, on the tiles, we watched the dance of the female slave.
20
1018
The music now, pounding and throbbing, mounted headily toward the climax of the Sa-eela.
20
1019
In these, the final portions of the Sa-eela, the slave, in effect, puts herself at the mercy of the master.
20
1020
She has already presented before him, almost in a delectable enumeration, many of the more external and rhythmic aspects of her beauty.
"And I am frightened," she whispered, suddenly.
"Of course," I said.
"You now realize, even more clearly than before, what it might mean to be a slave on Gor".
She then clutched my arm, even more tightly, and then, she kneeling beside me, small and naked, helpless and vulnerable, her throat locked in the steel of my collar, on the tiles, we watched the dance of the female slave.
The music now, pounding and throbbing, mounted headily toward the climax of the Sa-eela.
In these, the final portions of the Sa-eela, the slave, in effect, puts herself at the mercy of the master.
She has already presented before him, almost in a delectable enumeration, many of the more external and rhythmic aspects of her beauty.
- (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 20)