Book 7. (1 results) Captive of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 9 | 343 | Then, throwing her head back, she screamed, shaking her clenched fists at the moons. |
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Book 7. (7 results) Captive of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 9 | 340 | Sometimes she bit at another girl or struck at her, if she dared approach the square more closely than she. |
| 9 | 341 | Writhing, enraged, but fearful, eyes blazing, dancing, they fell back before her. |
| 9 | 342 | She danced first among them, their leader. |
| 9 | 343 | Then, throwing her head back, she screamed, shaking her clenched fists at the moons. |
| 9 | 344 | And then, helplessly, she threw herself to the grass within the square, striking at it, biting and tearing at it, and then she threw herself on her back and, fists clenched, writhed beneath the moons. |
| 9 | 345 | One by one the other girls, too, violently, threw themselves to the grass, rolling upon it and moaning, some even within the precincts of the square, then throwing themselves upon their backs, some with their eyes closed, crying out, others with their eyes open, fixed helplessly on the wild moons, some with hands tearing at the grass, others pounding the earth piteously with their small fists, sobbing and whimpering, their bodies uncontrolled, helpless, writhing, under the moons of Gor. |
| 9 | 346 | I found myself pulling at my bonds, suddenly aching with an inexplicable loneliness and desire. |
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Sometimes she bit at another girl or struck at her, if she dared approach the square more closely than she.
Writhing, enraged, but fearful, eyes blazing, dancing, they fell back before her.
She danced first among them, their leader.
Then, throwing her head back, she screamed, shaking her clenched fists at the moons.
And then, helplessly, she threw herself to the grass within the square, striking at it, biting and tearing at it, and then she threw herself on her back and, fists clenched, writhed beneath the moons.
One by one the other girls, too, violently, threw themselves to the grass, rolling upon it and moaning, some even within the precincts of the square, then throwing themselves upon their backs, some with their eyes closed, crying out, others with their eyes open, fixed helplessly on the wild moons, some with hands tearing at the grass, others pounding the earth piteously with their small fists, sobbing and whimpering, their bodies uncontrolled, helpless, writhing, under the moons of Gor.
I found myself pulling at my bonds, suddenly aching with an inexplicable loneliness and desire.
- (Captive of Gor, Chapter 9)