Book 22. (1 results) Dancer of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 8 | 32 | Thrice there in the dirt was she struck, writhing and sobbing, begging forgiveness. |
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Book 22. (7 results) Dancer of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 8 | 29 | As the mesh was formed its openings were about two-inches square. |
| 8 | 30 | "I will never get in such a thing!" cried Ila. |
| 8 | 31 | "Never!" Then the lash, from behind her, fell upon her, and she sank crying out, reaching behind her, sobbing, to her knees, and then, with the next blow, was flung by its force to her belly in the dirt before the man. |
| 8 | 32 | Thrice there in the dirt was she struck, writhing and sobbing, begging forgiveness. |
| 8 | 33 | Then, on her hands and knees, swiftly, at a gesture, she crawled, poked by sharp sticks, hastened by the cry "Quickly, she-tarsk!" to the first of the low, narrow cages and scrambled, weeping, within it. |
| 8 | 34 | She was a large girl, and formidable to us, except perhaps to Gloria, but, compared to the men, she was only another female, no different from us. |
| 8 | 35 | Compared to them, her size and strength, really only that of a woman, was, like ours, when all was said and done, simply negligible. |
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As the mesh was formed its openings were about two-inches square.
"I will never get in such a thing!" cried Ila.
"Never!" Then the lash, from behind her, fell upon her, and she sank crying out, reaching behind her, sobbing, to her knees, and then, with the next blow, was flung by its force to her belly in the dirt before the man.
Thrice there in the dirt was she struck, writhing and sobbing, begging forgiveness.
Then, on her hands and knees, swiftly, at a gesture, she crawled, poked by sharp sticks, hastened by the cry "Quickly, she-tarsk!" to the first of the low, narrow cages and scrambled, weeping, within it.
She was a large girl, and formidable to us, except perhaps to Gloria, but, compared to the men, she was only another female, no different from us.
Compared to them, her size and strength, really only that of a woman, was, like ours, when all was said and done, simply negligible.
- (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 8)