Book 9. (1 results) Marauders of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 18 | 516 | "Who is your View more quotes about master">master?" inquired Ivar Forkbeard. |
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Book 9. (7 results) Marauders of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 18 | 513 | Gunnhild had won the contest, and won it fairly. |
| 18 | 514 | But I was forced to admit that the wench now before us, struggling to free her wrists, now revealed to us, luscious, sensuous, short, squirming, infuriated, was incredibly desirable; we considered her body, her face, her obvious intelligence; she would bring a high price; she would make a delicious armful in the furs. |
| 18 | 515 | "How is it that you have dared to strip me!" demanded the girl. |
| 18 | 516 | "Who is your master?" inquired Ivar Forkbeard. |
| 18 | 517 | She drew herself up proudly. |
| 18 | 518 | She threw back her shoulders. |
| 18 | 519 | In her eyes, hot with fury, was the arrogance of the high-owned slave. |
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Gunnhild had won the contest, and won it fairly.
But I was forced to admit that the wench now before us, struggling to free her wrists, now revealed to us, luscious, sensuous, short, squirming, infuriated, was incredibly desirable; we considered her body, her face, her obvious intelligence; she would bring a high price; she would make a delicious armful in the furs.
"How is it that you have dared to strip me!" demanded the girl.
"Who is your master?" inquired Ivar Forkbeard.
She drew herself up proudly.
She threw back her shoulders.
In her eyes, hot with fury, was the arrogance of the high-owned slave.
- (Marauders of Gor)