Book 22. (1 results) Dancer of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 1 | 74 | How many times had I, bound at their mercy, looked up at them? How many times had I recoiled from the blows of their whips, only to crawl then to their feet, piteous and contrite, begging to please them? I was a female. |
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Book 22. (7 results) Dancer of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 1 | 71 | She had not left, or fled. |
| 1 | 72 | How bold she was, or how deep were her needs! I shuddered. |
| 1 | 73 | How many times I had awakened from sleep, moving against the coarse, narrow cords which had held me down, above and below my breasts and crossed between them, leaving their cruel marks on my body! How many times had I awakened, seeming still to feel the tight bite of cruel shackles on my wrists and ankles. |
| 1 | 74 | How many times had I, bound at their mercy, looked up at them? How many times had I recoiled from the blows of their whips, only to crawl then to their feet, piteous and contrite, begging to please them? I was a female. |
| 1 | 75 | Not looking in the mirror I drew off the nightgown and held it clenched in my hand. |
| 1 | 76 | I then crouched down and put it gently on the rug, beside the bit of silk. |
| 1 | 77 | I hesitated. |
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She had not left, or fled.
How bold she was, or how deep were her needs! I shuddered.
How many times I had awakened from sleep, moving against the coarse, narrow cords which had held me down, above and below my breasts and crossed between them, leaving their cruel marks on my body! How many times had I awakened, seeming still to feel the tight bite of cruel shackles on my wrists and ankles.
How many times had I, bound at their mercy, looked up at them? How many times had I recoiled from the blows of their whips, only to crawl then to their feet, piteous and contrite, begging to please them? I was a female.
Not looking in the mirror I drew off the nightgown and held it clenched in my hand.
I then crouched down and put it gently on the rug, beside the bit of silk.
I hesitated.
- (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 1)