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Book 9. (1 results) Marauders of Gor (Individual Quote)

The gift of a female is sufficiently trivial that the honor of the Forkbeard as my host would not be in the least threatened; further, this was a desirable wench, whose cuddly slave body would be much relished by the Forkbeard and his crew; further, being trained, she would be a rare and exquisite treat for the rude giants of Torvaldsland; beyond this, of course, commanded, she would impart her skills to the best of her abilities to his other girls. - (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #649)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
10 649 The gift of a female is sufficiently trivial that the honor of the Forkbeard as my host would not be in the least threatened; further, this was a desirable wench, whose cuddly slave body would be much relished by the Forkbeard and his crew; further, being trained, she would be a rare and exquisite treat for the rude giants of Torvaldsland; beyond this, of course, commanded, she would impart her skills to the best of her abilities to his other girls.

Book 9. (7 results) Marauders of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
10 646 "But surely you would not make me use my training in the north".
10 647 I looked upon her.
10 648 She seemed the perfect solution to my problem.
10 649 The gift of a female is sufficiently trivial that the honor of the Forkbeard as my host would not be in the least threatened; further, this was a desirable wench, whose cuddly slave body would be much relished by the Forkbeard and his crew; further, being trained, she would be a rare and exquisite treat for the rude giants of Torvaldsland; beyond this, of course, commanded, she would impart her skills to the best of her abilities to his other girls.
10 650 "You will do," I told her.
10 651 "I do not understand," she said, stepping back.
10 652 The chain slid on the wood.
"But surely you would not make me use my training in the north". I looked upon her. She seemed the perfect solution to my problem. The gift of a female is sufficiently trivial that the honor of the Forkbeard as my host would not be in the least threatened; further, this was a desirable wench, whose cuddly slave body would be much relished by the Forkbeard and his crew; further, being trained, she would be a rare and exquisite treat for the rude giants of Torvaldsland; beyond this, of course, commanded, she would impart her skills to the best of her abilities to his other girls. "You will do," I told her. "I do not understand," she said, stepping back. The chain slid on the wood. - (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 10)