Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 24 | 732 | Her fingers fumbled. |
| 24 | 733 | The knots seemed too close, too tight. |
| 24 | 734 | She struggled, and began to weep. |
| 24 | 735 | "On your belly," said the scribe. |
| 24 | 736 | One of the guardsmen, then, crouching beside her, bending her leg, lifting it by the ankle, pressing it closely against her body, so closely she whimpered, undid the bells. |
| 24 | 737 | With a jangle they were flung to the bit of garb and the few adornments beside her. |
| 24 | 738 | She remained, of course, on her belly, but put her leg down. |
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Her fingers fumbled.
The knots seemed too close, too tight.
She struggled, and began to weep.
"On your belly," said the scribe.
One of the guardsmen, then, crouching beside her, bending her leg, lifting it by the ankle, pressing it closely against her body, so closely she whimpered, undid the bells.
With a jangle they were flung to the bit of garb and the few adornments beside her.
She remained, of course, on her belly, but put her leg down.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )