Book 30. (1 results) Mariners of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 3 | 503 | Then she forced me down to my knees, I, actually a free woman, and, without relinquishing her hold on my hair, still hurting me, terribly, went behind me, and jerked my head up. |
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Book 30. (7 results) Mariners of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 3 | 500 | 'Your sandals!' she said, putting out her hand. |
| 3 | 501 | 'No!' I said. |
| 3 | 502 | After all, how could I walk without them? 'You would deny me,' she asked, 'you bauble, you small, well-turned, meaningless morsel of collar meat, you plaything, you caressable little she-urt!' And then she leaped at me and seized me by the hair, and twisted her hands within it, and shook my head, and I screamed with misery, blind with pain. |
| 3 | 503 | Then she forced me down to my knees, I, actually a free woman, and, without relinquishing her hold on my hair, still hurting me, terribly, went behind me, and jerked my head up. |
| 3 | 504 | 'I am going to tear the tunic off your little man-pleasing body!' she snarled. |
| 3 | 505 | 'Please, no, Mistress!' I cried, terrified, in pain, for in my flank there was no iron burn. |
| 3 | 506 | Lacking that I feared the impaling spear was imminent. |
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'Your sandals!' she said, putting out her hand.
'No!' I said.
After all, how could I walk without them? 'You would deny me,' she asked, 'you bauble, you small, well-turned, meaningless morsel of collar meat, you plaything, you caressable little she-urt!' And then she leaped at me and seized me by the hair, and twisted her hands within it, and shook my head, and I screamed with misery, blind with pain.
Then she forced me down to my knees, I, actually a free woman, and, without relinquishing her hold on my hair, still hurting me, terribly, went behind me, and jerked my head up.
'I am going to tear the tunic off your little man-pleasing body!' she snarled.
'Please, no, Mistress!' I cried, terrified, in pain, for in my flank there was no iron burn.
Lacking that I feared the impaling spear was imminent.
- (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 3)