Book 5. (1 results) Assassin of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 55 | The belt dance was now moving to its climax and I turned to watch Phyllis Robertson. |
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Book 5. (7 results) Assassin of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 52 | The left, as was the case with Phyllis, was now no longer encircled with the steel band, the identification band. |
| 15 | 53 | About her throat, however, as was the case with Phyllis also, there was now a lock collar, snugly fitting, white-enameled. |
| 15 | 54 | Both girls, branded and collared, were well marked as slave. |
| 15 | 55 | The belt dance was now moving to its climax and I turned to watch Phyllis Robertson. |
| 15 | 56 | "Capture of Home Stone," I heard Cernus say to Caprus, who spread his hands helplessly, acknowledging defeat. |
| 15 | 57 | Under the torchlight Phyllis Robertson was now on her knees, the Warrior at her side, holding her behind the small of the back. |
| 15 | 58 | Her head went farther back, as her hands moved on the arms of the Warrior, as though once to press him away, and then again to draw him closer, and her head then touched the furs, her body a cruel, helpless bow in his hands, and then, her head down, it seemed she struggled and her body straightened itself until she lay, save for her head and heels, on his hands clasped behind her back, her arms extended over her head to the fur behind her. |
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The left, as was the case with Phyllis, was now no longer encircled with the steel band, the identification band.
About her throat, however, as was the case with Phyllis also, there was now a lock collar, snugly fitting, white-enameled.
Both girls, branded and collared, were well marked as slave.
The belt dance was now moving to its climax and I turned to watch Phyllis Robertson.
"Capture of Home Stone," I heard Cernus say to Caprus, who spread his hands helplessly, acknowledging defeat.
Under the torchlight Phyllis Robertson was now on her knees, the Warrior at her side, holding her behind the small of the back.
Her head went farther back, as her hands moved on the arms of the Warrior, as though once to press him away, and then again to draw him closer, and her head then touched the furs, her body a cruel, helpless bow in his hands, and then, her head down, it seemed she struggled and her body straightened itself until she lay, save for her head and heels, on his hands clasped behind her back, her arms extended over her head to the fur behind her.
- (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 15)