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She then cried out in rage, and a storm of blows fell upon me, and I went, gasping and sobbing, to all fours, and then to my belly, trying to cover my head, and then, struck repeatedly, I was twisting on the floor, back to belly, then belly to back, and then to belly, again, and then the blows stopped, and I was on my belly, trembling, my hands beside my head, my body a raging tissue of fire. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #385)

"Please be merciful, Mistress," I begged. "Who would have dreamed of this, pretty Allison," she said. "Please be kind, Mistress," I said. She then cried out in rage, and a storm of blows fell upon me, and I went, gasping and sobbing, to all fours, and then to my belly, trying to cover my head, and then, struck repeatedly, I was twisting on the floor, back to belly, then belly to back, and then to belly, again, and then the blows stopped, and I was on my belly, trembling, my hands beside my head, my body a raging tissue of fire. "Who is Mistress, and who is slave!" she demanded. "Mistress is Mistress, and I am slave!" I wept. My insolence, my forwardness, my boldness, was at an end. - (Conspirators of Gor)