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Book 20. (1 results) Players of Gor (Individual Quote)

We had then only to fasten our prisoners, in whatever manner we chose, to it. - (Players of Gor, Chapter 21, Sentence #367)
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21 367 We had then only to fasten our View more quotes about prisoners">prisoners, in whatever manner we chose, to it.

Book 20. (7 results) Players of Gor (Context Quote)

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21 364 We had used it because it resembled a slaver's grid, to which slaves may be bound at a master's pleasure in an almost infinite variety of attitudes, and positions, ranging from quite standard to exquisitely exotic.
21 365 We had lowered the gate this time from the outside, from the apartment side, by means of a cord which we attached to the drop lever and then passed through the bars.
21 366 In this fashion, it could be dropped from the front, rather than the rear.
21 367 We had then only to fasten our prisoners, in whatever manner we chose, to it.
21 368 "Do not kill me!" cried Flaminius, twisting in the cords, seeing me approaching through the apartments, the steel of my sword bared.
21 369 "Please, no, Master!" cried Yanina, pulling helplessly at the restraints that held her back against the bars.
21 370 "Please have mercy on a slave! Please do not kill me!" They had both hoped, doubtless, desperately, that we had all taken our leave.
We had used it because it resembled a slaver's grid, to which slaves may be bound at a master's pleasure in an almost infinite variety of attitudes, and positions, ranging from quite standard to exquisitely exotic. We had lowered the gate this time from the outside, from the apartment side, by means of a cord which we attached to the drop lever and then passed through the bars. In this fashion, it could be dropped from the front, rather than the rear. We had then only to fasten our prisoners, in whatever manner we chose, to it. "Do not kill me!" cried Flaminius, twisting in the cords, seeing me approaching through the apartments, the steel of my sword bared. "Please, no, Master!" cried Yanina, pulling helplessly at the restraints that held her back against the bars. "Please have mercy on a slave! Please do not kill me!" They had both hoped, doubtless, desperately, that we had all taken our leave. - (Players of Gor)