Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 28 | 12 | There was only so much of this and we soon heard Tuka shrieking for mercy. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 28 | 9 | Perhaps Tuka gathered what might have been on Elizabeth's mind, for no sooner had the American girl turned toward her than she turned and fled from the wagon. |
| 28 | 10 | Within something like fifty yards we heard a frightened squawk and saw Tuka thrown to the ground with a tackle that might have done credit to a qualified professional player of the American form of football. |
| 28 | 11 | There shortly thereafter followed a vigorous and dusty broil among the wagons, involving much rolling about, biting, slapping, scratching and, from time to time, the easily identified sound of a small fist, apparently moving with considerable momentum, meeting with various partially resistant, protoplasmic curvatures. |
| 28 | 12 | There was only so much of this and we soon heard Tuka shrieking for mercy. |
| 28 | 13 | At that juncture, as I recall, Elizabeth was kneeling on top of the Turian maiden with her hands in her hair pounding her head up and down in the dirt. |
| 28 | 14 | Elizabeth's Tuchuk leather had been half torn from her but Tuka, who had been clothed only Kajir, had fared not even this well. |
| 28 | 15 | Indeed, when Elizabeth finished, Tuka wore only the Koora, the red band that ties back the hair, and this band now knotted her wrists behind her back. |
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Perhaps Tuka gathered what might have been on Elizabeth's mind, for no sooner had the American girl turned toward her than she turned and fled from the wagon.
Within something like fifty yards we heard a frightened squawk and saw Tuka thrown to the ground with a tackle that might have done credit to a qualified professional player of the American form of football.
There shortly thereafter followed a vigorous and dusty broil among the wagons, involving much rolling about, biting, slapping, scratching and, from time to time, the easily identified sound of a small fist, apparently moving with considerable momentum, meeting with various partially resistant, protoplasmic curvatures.
There was only so much of this and we soon heard Tuka shrieking for mercy.
At that juncture, as I recall, Elizabeth was kneeling on top of the Turian maiden with her hands in her hair pounding her head up and down in the dirt.
Elizabeth's Tuchuk leather had been half torn from her but Tuka, who had been clothed only Kajir, had fared not even this well.
Indeed, when Elizabeth finished, Tuka wore only the Koora, the red band that ties back the hair, and this band now knotted her wrists behind her back.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 28)