Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 50 | 802 | "I hope you marked her," said a slave to the gowned slave, "that your nose will be cut off!" "No, no!" cried the gowned slave. |
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Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 50 | 799 | The gowned slave then threw herself upon me, screaming, striking, biting, and scratching, and the other slaves about leapt to their feet, and rushed toward us, to protect me, and, as they seized her, the gowned slave had seized my hair, and shook my head, violently, and I had pulled back, with a rattle of chain, that I not be strangled in the wall collar, and the gowned slave's hands were pulled apart, away from my hair, and she wept with pain, as she was dragged back, away from me, by the hair. |
| 50 | 800 | "Release me!" she demanded, but two girls held her arms, one on each side, and another had her hair pulled back so tightly that the gowned slave's head was facing the ceiling of the kennel. |
| 50 | 801 | Other slaves were crowded about, angrily, and some others had entered from the clearing outside the kennel. |
| 50 | 802 | "I hope you marked her," said a slave to the gowned slave, "that your nose will be cut off!" "No, no!" cried the gowned slave. |
| 50 | 803 | "She is not marked, not marked!" "Who are you that you would attack a chained slave?" asked a slave. |
| 50 | 804 | "She is not marked!" cried the gowned slave. |
| 50 | 805 | I was scratched but, as it turned out, superficially. |
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The gowned slave then threw herself upon me, screaming, striking, biting, and scratching, and the other slaves about leapt to their feet, and rushed toward us, to protect me, and, as they seized her, the gowned slave had seized my hair, and shook my head, violently, and I had pulled back, with a rattle of chain, that I not be strangled in the wall collar, and the gowned slave's hands were pulled apart, away from my hair, and she wept with pain, as she was dragged back, away from me, by the hair.
"Release me!" she demanded, but two girls held her arms, one on each side, and another had her hair pulled back so tightly that the gowned slave's head was facing the ceiling of the kennel.
Other slaves were crowded about, angrily, and some others had entered from the clearing outside the kennel.
"I hope you marked her," said a slave to the gowned slave, "that your nose will be cut off!" "No, no!" cried the gowned slave.
"She is not marked, not marked!" "Who are you that you would attack a chained slave?" asked a slave.
"She is not marked!" cried the gowned slave.
I was scratched but, as it turned out, superficially.
- (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 50)