Book 10. (1 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 5 | 115 | She stood with her back against the tree, angry, trying to reach the knots behind her. |
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Book 10. (7 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 5 | 112 | "Oh!" she cried. |
| 5 | 113 | His hand was on her body, and she, writhing, weeping, with her heels, pushing herself, back scraping on the bark, climbed almost a foot up the slanting trunk, before he, taking her in his arms, through her veil, kissed her, fiercely, again and again, with the rape-kisses of a master, impressed on the vulnerable lips of a female slave; when he drew back there was a stain of blood on the silk; she regarded him, startled, in consternation, held back against the tree; I saw the record of her wild, startled breath in the light, bloodied silk; he then took her hair, on the left and right, and swiftly, laughing, knotted it behind her, about the trunk of the tree. |
| 5 | 114 | He then left her. |
| 5 | 115 | She stood with her back against the tree, angry, trying to reach the knots behind her. |
| 5 | 116 | She then became aware, from the laughter of the men about, how this accentuated her figure. |
| 5 | 117 | Doubtless the young nomad had not been unaware of this consequence of his action. |
| 5 | 118 | She then, weeping, in misery, inched down the trunk of the tree until she knelt with her back against it, leaning back, and tried to reach behind her, again trying to undo the knots. |
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"Oh!" she cried.
His hand was on her body, and she, writhing, weeping, with her heels, pushing herself, back scraping on the bark, climbed almost a foot up the slanting trunk, before he, taking her in his arms, through her veil, kissed her, fiercely, again and again, with the rape-kisses of a master, impressed on the vulnerable lips of a female slave; when he drew back there was a stain of blood on the silk; she regarded him, startled, in consternation, held back against the tree; I saw the record of her wild, startled breath in the light, bloodied silk; he then took her hair, on the left and right, and swiftly, laughing, knotted it behind her, about the trunk of the tree.
He then left her.
She stood with her back against the tree, angry, trying to reach the knots behind her.
She then became aware, from the laughter of the men about, how this accentuated her figure.
Doubtless the young nomad had not been unaware of this consequence of his action.
She then, weeping, in misery, inched down the trunk of the tree until she knelt with her back against it, leaning back, and tried to reach behind her, again trying to undo the knots.
- (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 5)