Book 36. (1 results) Avengers of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 6 | 258 | The dancer's hips rotated; her belly mocked the kneeling slave; her veil fluttered about the kneeling slave sometimes covering her. |
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Book 36. (7 results) Avengers of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 6 | 255 | Then, in a flash of silks and veils, to the sparkle of bells, to the jangle of ornaments, the dancer was at the table, her beauty affronting and taunting the kneeling slave. |
| 6 | 256 | "Observe," I said to the kneeling slave, who had stiffened and was trying to draw back, but was careful to keep her wrists, crossed, behind her, lest I have her lashed for "breaking position". |
| 6 | 257 | "See what a true woman can be". |
| 6 | 258 | The dancer's hips rotated; her belly mocked the kneeling slave; her veil fluttered about the kneeling slave sometimes covering her. |
| 6 | 259 | There was much laughter amongst the tables. |
| 6 | 260 | Clearly the kneeling slave would have wished to brush away the insulting silk but, bound by the Master's will, could not do so. |
| 6 | 261 | The dancer, delighted, and triumphant, prepared to swirl away but Aktis, who had scarcely moved and whom she had scarcely noticed, suddenly cried out "There!" and lunged across the table his left hand clutching the belt, sweetly low on her hips, from which dangled rings, cheap, drilled coins, trinkets, and charms. |
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Then, in a flash of silks and veils, to the sparkle of bells, to the jangle of ornaments, the dancer was at the table, her beauty affronting and taunting the kneeling slave.
"Observe," I said to the kneeling slave, who had stiffened and was trying to draw back, but was careful to keep her wrists, crossed, behind her, lest I have her lashed for "breaking position".
"See what a true woman can be".
The dancer's hips rotated; her belly mocked the kneeling slave; her veil fluttered about the kneeling slave sometimes covering her.
There was much laughter amongst the tables.
Clearly the kneeling slave would have wished to brush away the insulting silk but, bound by the Master's will, could not do so.
The dancer, delighted, and triumphant, prepared to swirl away but Aktis, who had scarcely moved and whom she had scarcely noticed, suddenly cried out "There!" and lunged across the table his left hand clutching the belt, sweetly low on her hips, from which dangled rings, cheap, drilled coins, trinkets, and charms.
- (Avengers of Gor, Chapter 6)