Book 34. (1 results) Plunder of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 15 | 313 | Should a View more quotes about holding">holding device not be formed of sterner, weightier stuff? I then, again, heard the scratching, or drawing, on wood, as though it were being raked by heavy knives. |
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Book 34. (7 results) Plunder of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 15 | 310 | What was the point of the black strap on my belly? Did my master really think I might easily, bound as I was, hand and foot, climb out, and flee away, from this open-ceilinged cell, this temporary slave-holding device? Its walls were not even metal. |
| 15 | 311 | It was of mere wicker, even if of sturdy wicker. |
| 15 | 312 | Too, it was light. |
| 15 | 313 | Should a holding device not be formed of sterner, weightier stuff? I then, again, heard the scratching, or drawing, on wood, as though it were being raked by heavy knives. |
| 15 | 314 | How clear much of this would have been to me had I been natively Gorean, or even longer on this strange, green, beautiful, fresh, unspoiled, perilous orb! I looked about, listening intently, straining to see, but I could see nothing but now-manifest threads of morning light glittering amongst the fibers of the wicker walls. |
| 15 | 315 | I did not know the whereabouts of my master. |
| 15 | 316 | Suddenly, I heard, for the first time, a mighty sound, deafening, but feet away, shrill and sustained, annunciatory, the long, shrieking, readiness cry of an awesome, dangerous, incredible form of life. |
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What was the point of the black strap on my belly? Did my master really think I might easily, bound as I was, hand and foot, climb out, and flee away, from this open-ceilinged cell, this temporary slave-holding device? Its walls were not even metal.
It was of mere wicker, even if of sturdy wicker.
Too, it was light.
Should a holding device not be formed of sterner, weightier stuff? I then, again, heard the scratching, or drawing, on wood, as though it were being raked by heavy knives.
How clear much of this would have been to me had I been natively Gorean, or even longer on this strange, green, beautiful, fresh, unspoiled, perilous orb! I looked about, listening intently, straining to see, but I could see nothing but now-manifest threads of morning light glittering amongst the fibers of the wicker walls.
I did not know the whereabouts of my master.
Suddenly, I heard, for the first time, a mighty sound, deafening, but feet away, shrill and sustained, annunciatory, the long, shrieking, readiness cry of an awesome, dangerous, incredible form of life.
- (Plunder of Gor)