Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 27 | 2572 | The bootlike sandal of the final View more quotes about soldier">soldier to make use of her, in its spurning blow, at her left, had not marked her. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 27 | 2569 | She lay in the mud and grass. |
| 27 | 2570 | The brief tunic had been thrust up, about her waist. |
| 27 | 2571 | Her right thigh was bruised, and she could feel it now, from the turning of the wagon. |
| 27 | 2572 | The bootlike sandal of the final soldier to make use of her, in its spurning blow, at her left, had not marked her. |
| 27 | 2573 | It had been little more than a reminder that she was a slave. |
| 27 | 2574 | "You look well, hobbled, slave," he said, irritably. |
| 27 | 2575 | Tears sprang into the eyes of the well-restrained slave. |
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She lay in the mud and grass.
The brief tunic had been thrust up, about her waist.
Her right thigh was bruised, and she could feel it now, from the turning of the wagon.
The bootlike sandal of the final soldier to make use of her, in its spurning blow, at her left, had not marked her.
It had been little more than a reminder that she was a slave.
"You look well, hobbled, slave," he said, irritably.
Tears sprang into the eyes of the well-restrained slave.
- (Prize of Gor)