Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 30 | 172 | There, to her View more quotes about misery">misery, she was turned to her back and her wrists, over her head and back, fastened to a pole. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 30 | 169 | She was barely aware of her wrists being freed from the post, though they remained bound together. |
| 30 | 170 | She then lay under the post on her stomach, her bound wrists stretched out, moaning, sobbing. |
| 30 | 171 | Then she felt herself dragged on her belly through the wood chips and grass under the post and toward the center of the tarsk pen. |
| 30 | 172 | There, to her misery, she was turned to her back and her wrists, over her head and back, fastened to a pole. |
| 30 | 173 | She looked up in fear and pain at her master, standing above her. |
| 30 | 174 | "Speak!" he cried, angrily. |
| 30 | 175 | "Thank you, Master!" she wept, in terror, looking up at him. |
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She was barely aware of her wrists being freed from the post, though they remained bound together.
She then lay under the post on her stomach, her bound wrists stretched out, moaning, sobbing.
Then she felt herself dragged on her belly through the wood chips and grass under the post and toward the center of the tarsk pen.
There, to her misery, she was turned to her back and her wrists, over her head and back, fastened to a pole.
She looked up in fear and pain at her master, standing above her.
"Speak!" he cried, angrily.
"Thank you, Master!" she wept, in terror, looking up at him.
- (Prize of Gor)