Book 20. (1 results) Players of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 1 | 737 | It seemed then she withdrew modestly, frightened, behind the hair, drawing it like a cloak or sheet about her, as though by means of this piteous device she might hope desperately to conceal at least some minimal particle of her beauty from the rude scrutiny of masters. |
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Book 20. (7 results) Players of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | 734 | It was as though a man, perhaps not desiring to hear her speak, had gagged her with her own hair. |
| 1 | 735 | There was laughter. |
| 1 | 736 | She drew the hair from her mouth, drawing some of it, in loosening it, deeply back between her teeth, with her head back, as though she might have been in the constraint of a gag strap, all this to the music, and then her hair was free, and, with a movement of her head and movements of her hands, beautifully, she draped and spread it about her. |
| 1 | 737 | It seemed then she withdrew modestly, frightened, behind the hair, drawing it like a cloak or sheet about her, as though by means of this piteous device she might hope desperately to conceal at least some minimal particle of her beauty from the rude scrutiny of masters. |
| 1 | 738 | But it was not to be permitted. |
| 1 | 739 | To a swirl of music, taking her hair to the sides, holding it, parting it, with clenched fists thrust behind her, twisting, her body thrust forward, her beauty was suddenly, it seemed as though by command, or by the action of another, brazenly bared. |
| 1 | 740 | "Good!" said more than one man. |
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It was as though a man, perhaps not desiring to hear her speak, had gagged her with her own hair.
There was laughter.
She drew the hair from her mouth, drawing some of it, in loosening it, deeply back between her teeth, with her head back, as though she might have been in the constraint of a gag strap, all this to the music, and then her hair was free, and, with a movement of her head and movements of her hands, beautifully, she draped and spread it about her.
It seemed then she withdrew modestly, frightened, behind the hair, drawing it like a cloak or sheet about her, as though by means of this piteous device she might hope desperately to conceal at least some minimal particle of her beauty from the rude scrutiny of masters.
But it was not to be permitted.
To a swirl of music, taking her hair to the sides, holding it, parting it, with clenched fists thrust behind her, twisting, her body thrust forward, her beauty was suddenly, it seemed as though by command, or by the action of another, brazenly bared.
"Good!" said more than one man.
- (Players of Gor, Chapter 1)