Book 22. (1 results) Dancer of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 11 | 979 | I knew the music was approaching its climax, and the dance must be concluded. |
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Book 22. (7 results) Dancer of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 11 | 976 | He was my master. |
| 11 | 977 | Hendow nodded to me, almost imperceptibly. |
| 11 | 978 | Then, pointing to me, and lifting his finger twice, he indicated I should turn away, and return to my dance, in the center of the floor, facing the crowd. |
| 11 | 979 | I knew the music was approaching its climax, and the dance must be concluded. |
| 11 | 980 | I then, in the coda of my performance, danced helplessness and beauty, and submission, surrendering myself as I, in my collar, must, into the hands and mercies of masters. |
| 11 | 981 | As the music concluded I performed floor movements, and the eyes of the men blazed, and fists pounded on the tables, and then the music was done and I lay before them on my back, my breasts rising and falling as I fought for breath, my body sheened with sweat, my hands beside me, palms up, my knees lifted slightly, my right knee highest, a slave before masters. |
| 11 | 982 | I heard roars of triumph, shouts of pleasure. |
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He was my master.
Hendow nodded to me, almost imperceptibly.
Then, pointing to me, and lifting his finger twice, he indicated I should turn away, and return to my dance, in the center of the floor, facing the crowd.
I knew the music was approaching its climax, and the dance must be concluded.
I then, in the coda of my performance, danced helplessness and beauty, and submission, surrendering myself as I, in my collar, must, into the hands and mercies of masters.
As the music concluded I performed floor movements, and the eyes of the men blazed, and fists pounded on the tables, and then the music was done and I lay before them on my back, my breasts rising and falling as I fought for breath, my body sheened with sweat, my hands beside me, palms up, my knees lifted slightly, my right knee highest, a slave before masters.
I heard roars of triumph, shouts of pleasure.
- (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 11)