Quotes from the Books

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.

Assasins of Gor...page 186

"Display her Lads," said the fellow. The two slaver's men thrust the woman forward, toward the crowd, and bent her backward.

Savages of Gor...page 101

Example by a slave

kneeling with her firm round ass resting on her crossed heels, spreading her creamy sleek thighs painfully wide,sheer silks separate exposing her brand, her shaven sexglistening for her Master's viewing pleasure, resting her hands palms up on her thighs, small of her back bowing perfectly, rich tresses of hair cascading downher back, tilting her head up proudly, keeping her eyescast down in respect. a girl leans back touching her headon the floor, arching her back as she places her handson each side of her head, pressing down pulling her slender body up, keeping her thighs spread wide, lifts "locking" her elbows and knees, perfectly arched embracingthe three moons of Gor.