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

Then, pressing her heels as closely as she could to her body, to try to relieve a bit of the stress of the leash, she listened to the voices. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #247)
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26 247 Then, pressing her View more quotes about heels">heels as closely as she could to her body, to try to relieve a bit of the stress of the leash, she listened to the voices.

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

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26 244 Then, mercifully, she slept, but dreamed of herself as a bound slave girl.
26 245 Then, after a time, she was not sure how long, she awakened, finding herself a bound slave girl, to the sounds of excited voices.
26 246 "Oh!" she cried, softly, squirming tearfully, finding the leash still persistently, mercilessly, active upon her.
26 247 Then, pressing her heels as closely as she could to her body, to try to relieve a bit of the stress of the leash, she listened to the voices.
26 248 "The pay for the garrison at Ar has been purloined!" she heard.
26 249 "It cannot be," cried a man.
26 250 "No alarms have been sounded! There has been no attack on us!" All of this made little sense to Ellen, for she had supposed that the confiscated, gathered wealth of a dozen cities, and hundreds of smaller communities, destined for the troops of Cos and Tyros, and the regiments of mercenaries in Ar abetting their occupation, was in this very camp, that because of the numerous guards, the tharlarion, the war tarns.
Then, mercifully, she slept, but dreamed of herself as a bound slave girl. Then, after a time, she was not sure how long, she awakened, finding herself a bound slave girl, to the sounds of excited voices. "Oh!" she cried, softly, squirming tearfully, finding the leash still persistently, mercilessly, active upon her. Then, pressing her heels as closely as she could to her body, to try to relieve a bit of the stress of the leash, she listened to the voices. "The pay for the garrison at Ar has been purloined!" she heard. "It cannot be," cried a man. "No alarms have been sounded! There has been no attack on us!" All of this made little sense to Ellen, for she had supposed that the confiscated, gathered wealth of a dozen cities, and hundreds of smaller communities, destined for the troops of Cos and Tyros, and the regiments of mercenaries in Ar abetting their occupation, was in this very camp, that because of the numerous guards, the tharlarion, the war tarns. - (Prize of Gor)