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My first knowledge of this came one morning when suddenly I awakened in my chains to the fierce bite of a leather lash. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 30, Sentence #88)

To these proposals he added the very definite considerations that his forces still substantially outnumbered those of Misk in both number of Priest-Kings and firepower, and that victory would be his inevitably, and that it would be well at such a time to be in his good favor. Whereas I would not have abandoned Misk and freedom to join the forces of Sarm, I was forced to admit that the probable victory in the end would be his, and that his proposals might well be attractive to some former Muls, particularly those who had occupied a position of some importance in the Nest prior to the War. I should not have been surprised, but I was, when the first deserter from the forces of Misk proved to be the treacherous Vika of Treve. My first knowledge of this came one morning when suddenly I awakened in my chains to the fierce bite of a leather lash. "Awake, Slave!" cried a voice. With a cry of rage I struggled in my chains to my knees, pulling against the metal collar that held me to my place. Again and again the lash struck me, wielded by the gloved hand of a girl. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)