Book 8. (1 results) Hunters of Gor (Individual Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
6
213
In the brief sleeveless garment of white wool, my collar at her throat, her hair bound back by a fillet of white wool, she might have been any slave girl.
In the brief sleeveless garment of white wool, my collar at her throat, her hair bound back by a fillet of white wool, she might have been any slave girl.
- (Hunters of Gor, Chapter 6, Sentence #213)
Book 8. (7 results) Hunters of Gor (Context Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
6
210
"We shall proceed with our plans," I said.
6
211
* * * * "You know what you are to do?" I asked Sheera.
6
212
"Yes," she said, standing before me, deep within the forests.
6
213
In the brief sleeveless garment of white wool, my collar at her throat, her hair bound back by a fillet of white wool, she might have been any slave girl.
6
214
"Extend your wrists," I said.
6
215
"You're not going to bracelet me!" she cried.
6
216
If I did so, she would be almost helpless in the forests.
"We shall proceed with our plans," I said.
* * * * "You know what you are to do?" I asked Sheera.
"Yes," she said, standing before me, deep within the forests.
In the brief sleeveless garment of white wool, my collar at her throat, her hair bound back by a fillet of white wool, she might have been any slave girl.
"Extend your wrists," I said.
"You're not going to bracelet me!" she cried.
If I did so, she would be almost helpless in the forests.
- (Hunters of Gor, Chapter 6)