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Book 24. (1 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Individual Quote)

The music stopped, and the girl, instinctively, among the others, fell to the dirt and lay there before him, on her back, looking at him, her breasts heaving, a submitted slave. - (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #947)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
1 947 The music stopped, and the girl, instinctively, among the others, fell to the dirt and lay there before him, on her back, looking at him, her breasts heaving, a submitted slave.

Book 24. (7 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Context Quote)

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1 944 More likely, she would be flung to the dirt and publicly ravished, before the fire, even where she had danced.
1 945 She might then, in a moment, bruised in his ardor, gasping in her collar, be dragged to an alcove, and forced again and again to serve, until dawn, until at last she might lie soft against him, by his thigh, in her collar, having served to quench for a time the flames of so mighty a lust, one which she, as a slave, had aroused and which she, as a slave, must satisfy.
1 946 "A girl is pleased," she said.
1 947 The music stopped, and the girl, instinctively, among the others, fell to the dirt and lay there before him, on her back, looking at him, her breasts heaving, a submitted slave.
1 948 The burly fellow threw aside his goblet and leaped to his feet.
1 949 Men rose up, crying out with pleasure, striking their left shoulders.
1 950 "I must have her!" cried the burly fellow.
More likely, she would be flung to the dirt and publicly ravished, before the fire, even where she had danced. She might then, in a moment, bruised in his ardor, gasping in her collar, be dragged to an alcove, and forced again and again to serve, until dawn, until at last she might lie soft against him, by his thigh, in her collar, having served to quench for a time the flames of so mighty a lust, one which she, as a slave, had aroused and which she, as a slave, must satisfy. "A girl is pleased," she said. The music stopped, and the girl, instinctively, among the others, fell to the dirt and lay there before him, on her back, looking at him, her breasts heaving, a submitted slave. The burly fellow threw aside his goblet and leaped to his feet. Men rose up, crying out with pleasure, striking their left shoulders. "I must have her!" cried the burly fellow. - (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 1)