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Book 18. (7 results) Blood Brothers of Gor (Context Quote)

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32 162 The lance dancers, then, were swirling about the fallen red slave, weaving and spinning, in spiraling, swiftly moving circles about her.
32 163 Some of them merely laid the cold metal points of the lances, or the sides of the lance blades, on her flesh.
32 164 Others jabbed her, dancing, with the points.
32 165 She lay in the dust, her hands over her head, her knees drawn tightly up, small, shuddering and trembling, helpless under the points.
32 166 Iwoso leapt among the dancers, scolding and shouting, thrusting them away.
32 167 There was much laughter from the Yellow Knives and the dancers.
32 168 Iwoso then crouched down and, taking a braided, rawhide rope from her waist, presumably the same one I had seen her with earlier, even before the first attack on the camp, tied it about the neck of the helpless, terrified slave.
The lance dancers, then, were swirling about the fallen red slave, weaving and spinning, in spiraling, swiftly moving circles about her. Some of them merely laid the cold metal points of the lances, or the sides of the lance blades, on her flesh. Others jabbed her, dancing, with the points. She lay in the dust, her hands over her head, her knees drawn tightly up, small, shuddering and trembling, helpless under the points. Iwoso leapt among the dancers, scolding and shouting, thrusting them away. There was much laughter from the Yellow Knives and the dancers. Iwoso then crouched down and, taking a braided, rawhide rope from her waist, presumably the same one I had seen her with earlier, even before the first attack on the camp, tied it about the neck of the helpless, terrified slave. - (Blood Brothers of Gor, Chapter )