Book 9. (1 results) Marauders of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 7 | 9 | How incredibly feminine they were, so living and uninhibited and delightful, so utterly fresh, so free, so spontaneous, so open in their emotions and the movements of their bodies; they now moved and laughed and walked, and stood, as women; pride was not permitted them; joy was. |
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Book 9. (7 results) Marauders of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 7 | 6 | Thyri, and other bondmaids, leaped and clapped their hands. |
| 7 | 7 | How alive and vital they seemed! Their hair was loose, in the fashion of bondmaids. |
| 7 | 8 | Their eyes shone; their cheeks were flushed; each inch of them, each marvelous embonded inch of them, was incredibly alive and beautiful. |
| 7 | 9 | How incredibly feminine they were, so living and uninhibited and delightful, so utterly fresh, so free, so spontaneous, so open in their emotions and the movements of their bodies; they now moved and laughed and walked, and stood, as women; pride was not permitted them; joy was. |
| 7 | 10 | Only a kirtle of thin, white wool, split to the belly, stood between their beauty and the leather of their masters. |
| 7 | 11 | "Again! Again! Please, my Jarl!" cried Thyri. |
| 7 | 12 | Once more the great ax struck the post. |
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Thyri, and other bondmaids, leaped and clapped their hands.
How alive and vital they seemed! Their hair was loose, in the fashion of bondmaids.
Their eyes shone; their cheeks were flushed; each inch of them, each marvelous embonded inch of them, was incredibly alive and beautiful.
How incredibly feminine they were, so living and uninhibited and delightful, so utterly fresh, so free, so spontaneous, so open in their emotions and the movements of their bodies; they now moved and laughed and walked, and stood, as women; pride was not permitted them; joy was.
Only a kirtle of thin, white wool, split to the belly, stood between their beauty and the leather of their masters.
"Again! Again! Please, my Jarl!" cried Thyri.
Once more the great ax struck the post.
- (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 7)