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Book 34. (1 results) Plunder of Gor (Individual Quote)

I was well stretched, standing on my toes; my wrists were bound tightly together, and drawn up, high over my head; I was naked; the rope that bound my wrists together was run through the ring fastened in the ceiling, and then brought down, diagonally, to the side, and tied about another ring in the wall, across the room. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 52, Sentence #198)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
52 198 I was well stretched, View more quotes about standing">standing on my toes; my wrists were bound tightly together, and drawn up, high over my head; I was naked; the rope that bound my wrists together was run through the ring fastened in the ceiling, and then brought down, diagonally, to the side, and tied about another ring in the wall, across the room.

Book 34. (7 results) Plunder of Gor (Context Quote)

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52 195 "Please, come back," I begged.
52 196 "Please free me!" But I could see nothing then but his back, as he strode angrily away.
52 197 "Please, Master, mercy!" I had cried.
52 198 I was well stretched, standing on my toes; my wrists were bound tightly together, and drawn up, high over my head; I was naked; the rope that bound my wrists together was run through the ring fastened in the ceiling, and then brought down, diagonally, to the side, and tied about another ring in the wall, across the room.
52 199 "Forgive me, Master," I had wept.
52 200 "Please forgive me!" "What a petty, worthless slut you are," he said, shaking out the blades of the whip.
52 201 "Forgive me," I begged.
"Please, come back," I begged. "Please free me!" But I could see nothing then but his back, as he strode angrily away. "Please, Master, mercy!" I had cried. I was well stretched, standing on my toes; my wrists were bound tightly together, and drawn up, high over my head; I was naked; the rope that bound my wrists together was run through the ring fastened in the ceiling, and then brought down, diagonally, to the side, and tied about another ring in the wall, across the room. "Forgive me, Master," I had wept. "Please forgive me!" "What a petty, worthless slut you are," he said, shaking out the blades of the whip. "Forgive me," I begged. - (Plunder of Gor)