Book 22. (7 results) Dancer of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 31 | 164 | In this way, it seemed, they hoped that his wrath might be diverted to desire, and that in place of my blood he might be persuaded to accept in substitution something as simple as my beauty, and my total subjugation and conquest. |
| 31 | 165 | This sort of thing is not unknown. |
| 31 | 166 | Many times in conquered cities women kneel before invading warriors, baring their breasts and bodies, begging not to be put to the sword but rather to be permitted to please them, and then be kept as slaves. |
| 31 | 167 | It is a well-known fact, too, that it is not easy for a man to remain angry with a beautiful, contrite female who strips herself before him, who kneels, kisses his feet, begs his forgiveness, and pleads to be ordered to the furs, that she may there await him in trepidation, and, when he chooses, attempt to assuage the harshness of his wrath with the softness of her beauty and love. |
| 31 | 168 | "You do not mind, do you?" asked the stranger, "if she performs for the rest of us?" "Of course not," said Mirus. |
| 31 | 169 | "I understand, girl," he said, "that you are a dancer". |
| 31 | 170 | "Yes, Master," I said. |
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In this way, it seemed, they hoped that his wrath might be diverted to desire, and that in place of my blood he might be persuaded to accept in substitution something as simple as my beauty, and my total subjugation and conquest.
This sort of thing is not unknown.
Many times in conquered cities women kneel before invading warriors, baring their breasts and bodies, begging not to be put to the sword but rather to be permitted to please them, and then be kept as slaves.
It is a well-known fact, too, that it is not easy for a man to remain angry with a beautiful, contrite female who strips herself before him, who kneels, kisses his feet, begs his forgiveness, and pleads to be ordered to the furs, that she may there await him in trepidation, and, when he chooses, attempt to assuage the harshness of his wrath with the softness of her beauty and love.
"You do not mind, do you?" asked the stranger, "if she performs for the rest of us?" "Of course not," said Mirus.
"I understand, girl," he said, "that you are a dancer".
"Yes, Master," I said.
- (Dancer of Gor, Chapter )