Book 35. (7 results) Quarry of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 22 | 130 | A myriad tiny needles seemed to penetrate my skin. |
| 22 | 131 | It seemed I was on fire. |
| 22 | 132 | Threads parted, and pulled away from my skin, bristling and curling, blackened, rising, twisting. |
| 22 | 133 | The air about me shuddered, trembled, and fled, as if from flame. |
| 22 | 134 | I screamed again and again and struggled to escape the grasp of Addison Steele. |
| 22 | 135 | I wanted to tear the tunic from my body. |
| 22 | 136 | "Mercy!" I begged, but I was held, prostrate, squirming, writhing, stretched out before him, helpless. |
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A myriad tiny needles seemed to penetrate my skin.
It seemed I was on fire.
Threads parted, and pulled away from my skin, bristling and curling, blackened, rising, twisting.
The air about me shuddered, trembled, and fled, as if from flame.
I screamed again and again and struggled to escape the grasp of Addison Steele.
I wanted to tear the tunic from my body.
"Mercy!" I begged, but I was held, prostrate, squirming, writhing, stretched out before him, helpless.
- (Quarry of Gor, Chapter )