Book 6. (1 results) Raiders of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 15 | 401 | View more quotes about dark">Dark and golden, shimmering, crying out, stamping, she danced, her thonged beauty incandescent in the light of the torches and the frenzy of the slave bells. |
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Book 6. (7 results) Raiders of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 15 | 398 | The thongs would permit her only to wear her hair loosely. |
| 15 | 399 | Then, as though in terror and fury, as though she now first understood herself in the snares of a slave, she leaped to her feet, fighting, to the music, the thongs. |
| 15 | 400 | The dancing girls of Port Kar, I told myself, are the best on all Gor. |
| 15 | 401 | Dark and golden, shimmering, crying out, stamping, she danced, her thonged beauty incandescent in the light of the torches and the frenzy of the slave bells. |
| 15 | 402 | She turned and twisted and leaped, and sometimes seemed almost free, but was always, by the dark thongs, held complete prisoner. |
| 15 | 403 | Sometimes she would rush upon one man or another, but the others would not permit her to reach him, keeping her always beautiful female slave snared in her web of thongs. |
| 15 | 404 | She writhed and cried out, trying to force the thongs from her body, but could not do so. |
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The thongs would permit her only to wear her hair loosely.
Then, as though in terror and fury, as though she now first understood herself in the snares of a slave, she leaped to her feet, fighting, to the music, the thongs.
The dancing girls of Port Kar, I told myself, are the best on all Gor.
Dark and golden, shimmering, crying out, stamping, she danced, her thonged beauty incandescent in the light of the torches and the frenzy of the slave bells.
She turned and twisted and leaped, and sometimes seemed almost free, but was always, by the dark thongs, held complete prisoner.
Sometimes she would rush upon one man or another, but the others would not permit her to reach him, keeping her always beautiful female slave snared in her web of thongs.
She writhed and cried out, trying to force the thongs from her body, but could not do so.
- (Raiders of Gor)