[Originally written 2/6/2012]
“ Under the torchlight Phyllis Robertson was now on her knees,
the Warrior at her side, holding her behind the small of the back.
Her head went farther back, as her hands moved on the arms of
the Warrior, as though once to press him away, and then again to
draw him closer, and her head then touched the furs, her
body a cruel, helpless bow in his hands, and then, her head down,
it seemed she struggled and her body straightened itself until she lay,
save for her head and heels, on his hands clasped behind her back, her
arms extended over her head to the fur behind her. At this point, with
a clash of cymbals, both dancers remained immobile. Then, after this
instant of silence under the torches, the music struck the final note,
with a mighty and jarring clash of cymbals, and the Warrior had lowered
her to the furs and her lips, arms about his neck, sought his with eagerness. ”
[Assassin of Gor, P187 - 188 ]“He bent her back, his hand in her hair, exposing the bow of her beauty to the men.”
[Rouge of Gor, P81]
“He dragged her to her feet by the hair and bent her backwards,
displaying the bow of her beauty to the crowd.”
[Savages of Gor, P122]“He then seized her by the hair with both hands and yanked her
up on her knees and bent her backwards, until her head was at
the grass, exhibiting the bow of her captured beauty for his fellows.
[Savages of Gor, P219] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
