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Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)

"Dance to all, slave girl, or feel the whip!" snarled the exterior whip master. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #657)
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24 657 "View more quotes about dance">Dance to all, slave girl, or feel the whip!" snarled the exterior whip master.

Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)

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24 654 Conscious of her power, she danced before these two men, first one and then the other, danced before them the arousing beauty of an insolent slave.
24 655 None could have her until her sale, she knew.
24 656 "Suffer," she thought, "Masters!" Mirus followed her dancing, and looked carefully upon Selius Arconious, and Selius Arconious, when she danced to Mirus, had little difficulty in detecting the object of the slave's provocative, haughty glances.
24 657 "Dance to all, slave girl, or feel the whip!" snarled the exterior whip master.
24 658 And Ellen, then, terrified, returned to the character she had created on the sand, and danced her needs to all, piteously inviting the attentions of one after another of the ostraka-possessing patrons of the silken enclosure.
24 659 In moments the men again were commending her, with applause, and hearty cries of appreciation.
24 660 Ellen, dancing, circumambulated the interior edge of the dancing sand, sometimes closer, almost within an arm's reach of the men, sometimes farther back.
Conscious of her power, she danced before these two men, first one and then the other, danced before them the arousing beauty of an insolent slave. None could have her until her sale, she knew. "Suffer," she thought, "Masters!" Mirus followed her dancing, and looked carefully upon Selius Arconious, and Selius Arconious, when she danced to Mirus, had little difficulty in detecting the object of the slave's provocative, haughty glances. "Dance to all, slave girl, or feel the whip!" snarled the exterior whip master. And Ellen, then, terrified, returned to the character she had created on the sand, and danced her needs to all, piteously inviting the attentions of one after another of the ostraka-possessing patrons of the silken enclosure. In moments the men again were commending her, with applause, and hearty cries of appreciation. Ellen, dancing, circumambulated the interior edge of the dancing sand, sometimes closer, almost within an arm's reach of the men, sometimes farther back. - (Prize of Gor)