Book 9. (1 results) Marauders of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 9 | 375 | You can imagine my irritation when I saw Thyri led View more quotes about past">past me, her left wrist in the grip of an oarsman. |
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Book 9. (7 results) Marauders of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 9 | 372 | This night her ankle would be held by his fetter, not that of the Forkbeard. |
| 9 | 373 | The Forkbeard had offered me Pudding, but, generously, thinking to have Thyri, I had, after using her once, given her for the night to Ottar. |
| 9 | 374 | Even now she was, kneeling on his furs, being fettered by the keeper of Ivar Forkbeard's farm. |
| 9 | 375 | You can imagine my irritation when I saw Thyri led past me, her left wrist in the grip of an oarsman. |
| 9 | 376 | She looked over her shoulder at me, agonized. |
| 9 | 377 | I blew her a kiss in the Gorean fashion, kissing and gesturing, my fingers at the right side of my mouth, almost vertical, then, with the kiss, brushing gently toward her. |
| 9 | 378 | I had no special claim on the pretty little bondmaid, no more than any other among the Forkbeard's men. |
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This night her ankle would be held by his fetter, not that of the Forkbeard.
The Forkbeard had offered me Pudding, but, generously, thinking to have Thyri, I had, after using her once, given her for the night to Ottar.
Even now she was, kneeling on his furs, being fettered by the keeper of Ivar Forkbeard's farm.
You can imagine my irritation when I saw Thyri led past me, her left wrist in the grip of an oarsman.
She looked over her shoulder at me, agonized.
I blew her a kiss in the Gorean fashion, kissing and gesturing, my fingers at the right side of my mouth, almost vertical, then, with the kiss, brushing gently toward her.
I had no special claim on the pretty little bondmaid, no more than any other among the Forkbeard's men.
- (Marauders of Gor)