Book 9. (1 results) Marauders of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 6 | 196 | Two men View more quotes about held">held her upper arms; two others her upper legs. |
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Book 9. (7 results) Marauders of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 6 | 193 | To one side, tall, broad-shouldered, stood a young male thrall, in the thrall tunic of white wool, his hair cropped short, an iron collar on his throat. |
| 6 | 194 | "She first," said the Forkbeard, indicating the slender, blond girl. |
| 6 | 195 | She, moaning, was seized by a fellow and thrown on her belly over the peeled log. |
| 6 | 196 | Two men held her upper arms; two others her upper legs. |
| 6 | 197 | A fifth man, with a heavy, leather glove, drew forth one of the irons from the fire; the air about its tip shuddered with heat. |
| 6 | 198 | "Please, my Jarl," she cried, "do not mark your girl!" At a sign from the Forkbeard, the iron was pressed deeply into her flesh, and held there, smoking for five Ihn. |
| 6 | 199 | It was only when it was pulled away that she screamed. |
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To one side, tall, broad-shouldered, stood a young male thrall, in the thrall tunic of white wool, his hair cropped short, an iron collar on his throat.
"She first," said the Forkbeard, indicating the slender, blond girl.
She, moaning, was seized by a fellow and thrown on her belly over the peeled log.
Two men held her upper arms; two others her upper legs.
A fifth man, with a heavy, leather glove, drew forth one of the irons from the fire; the air about its tip shuddered with heat.
"Please, my Jarl," she cried, "do not mark your girl!" At a sign from the Forkbeard, the iron was pressed deeply into her flesh, and held there, smoking for five Ihn.
It was only when it was pulled away that she screamed.
- (Marauders of Gor)